This fleeting moment now rests with me. Alone with her thoughts of all that is to be. How do I capture something so rare: The train, the dress, the diamonds in her hair? Gazing through the window, she reflects on the past. My task today: to make these memories last. From the door, the train leads to the beautiful bride to be. Oyster silk sits softly on her hips, draping her legs, following her contours, to her waist and the low cut back on the dress. Pausing at the waistline, to tease the expectant groom. Her back, tanned and smooth, the dress fits perfectly. Framing her whole shape for the world to see. Bare shoulders on view, follow the gentle curves to the nape of her neck. Soft gossamer hair, catch the suns rays of early morning. Turning towards the mirror, her face bathed in light, Skin as smooth as silk, a hint of pink caresses her cheek. Shy and demure, but taking direction with ease, confidence building. Honoured to be in her presence, the first to see her like this. Five more minutes, to record this fleeting, graceful moment. How can I improve this vision, this woman as nature intended? My hope is her union with the one she truly loves, will preserve all the beauty she holds both inside and out. A picture of grace and elegance as she sweeps across the room, Stopping to face the lens, a faint smile appears on her lips.A sparkle of challenge lights her eyes, she's now in control of her thoughts.Humbled by this moment, I'm mesmerised by her charms. A few minutes left, I hear the family arriving. Laughter replaces the silence, the bridesmaids enter the room.This time will disappear and melt away, never to be captured again. The images of this intimacy will be hers to last forever.