Together With The Sun | Wilson Family
The earth was quiet, still, asleep. As light broke from the horizon, she stirred. The tips of the trees burned with autumn color and as light hit them they awoke as well.
The air was crisp and quiet–except for voices of the family of seven. The hills rolled back into this distance. No other humans in sight. Their laughter and the familiarity of the morning was refreshing. Rusty copper and worn gold leaves filled the branches behind them…and paved the path beneath them. It wasn’t fancy or complicated. It was lavish in the beauty of simplicity. And because of that–it was perfect.
