It was a visually striking lamp by all accounts. It stood in the lounge of my sorority during my third year of college. One day it was just there.
It had a long graceful frame with a dramatic sweeping arm reaching out holding a round shade like a tulip dipping down for a taste of the morning dew. It was somehow contemporary and modern yet there was a classic sort of nostalgia to it. It was almost as though each person that looked at it saw something different. Most extraordinary of all was the effect that it had when you sat under it. There was a similar transformative effect on the person being bathed by its effervescent glow. Jennys dishwater blonde hair became shiny with a golden halo and bounced like it was in slow motion. Darlas thrift shop outfit looked like she had bought it at Saks Fifth Avenue. We all agreed that we looked two sizes smaller. Our personalities were brighter. Marges brown eyes even turned blue. Something special always happened. The girls and I would take turns sitting under the Arc Floor Lamp whenever we had a meet and greet with the boys from Sigma Kappa Phi. We all met our husbands that year taking turns sitting under that lamp. Then one day it just disappeared as mysteriously as it had appeared. We searched the entire campus but never found it. Some people say it was from Milan, others Budapest, the truth is we never found out. Where it is now is anybody's guess. I would imagine that it's found its way into a handsome doctors waiting room or the meeting room of a rich successful businessman. Maybe some lucky wife even gets to sit under it for her dreamy husband each and every night.