The sun rose early and the air was quiet. It was cool and peaceful and still. The water hushed. And in the midst of the stillness two people. A man and a woman who in a matter of months would commit their lives to one another.
Big boulders lined the side of the pastel blue waters. Morning light touched the edges of her hair. Warm light falling over the ends ever so faintly. A little further in from the boulders were soft green grasses with white cotton on the tippy tops. A blanket of eggplant purples and creams and light turquoise wrapped around them. Further yet they ventured into the trees dappled with copper leaves. Somehow they seemed know the beauty this place held. Golden light and golden leaves speckled magically among the branches, the woods, the brush and timbers.
Here–together. Boy and girl words that will soon become man and wife.