The Glow Of Forgotten Grandeur

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They were two impressive leather chairs, languishing in shadows where the stairway twisted between floors in an elderly Montana hotel. Adjacent to them, sharing royal red and gold carpet, an upright piano waited for a song.

Their town is small, set amid historic and geographic hot spots; you have to want to be there, and there were few guests the night I stayed. No one ran their hands over the smooth, time-worn arms, no modern bottoms felt the deep satisfaction of sinking into the cushions. The piano remained silent.

But, for a few precise moments, as evening peered through a tall window and I paused in the hallway, the glow of forgotten grandeur reappeared, and history sang softly in my ear.

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10 thoughts on “The Glow Of Forgotten Grandeur”

    1. Thanks, Vicki. I read your last post, seems we’re all getting rain today, on the northwest coast. Yours is the worst, though; sprinkles here, but we’re hoping. So far behind in the yearly total.

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