Seiler Sisters | English Landing Park

It was cold.

Frosty. Frozen. Beautiful. It was early. Sunrise to be precise. Slowly the rays began to wake up, to warm up. Slowly they began to emerge behind the bare trees that stood quiet. Leaves crunched, crisp beneath boots. Frozen–enough to see small ice crystals if you looked close enough. Delicate, light. Just enough to melt between two warm fingers.

Two sisters enter the scene. Twins. One in velvet, one in sequins. Both sweet, quiet. Two girls, two stories but wrapped together in one blanket. Warm. Knowing looks only sisters understand. Laughing. Enough to show beautiful souls, beautiful smiles. Dancing, running. (A bit for warmth, a bit for fun). The sun rose a little higher, shown a littler brighter.

Good morning.