The sun rose soft on their love. Away from life and work and every small thing that tugged for their attention.
In the quiet of the day, before sleepy rays rose and life gently called for their thoughts.
Winter’s finger touched the tips of frosted wheat fields. Millions of the tiniest crystals mesmerizing the morning scene, alive and dancing before the warm rays melted them away.
Life was simple here.
Just him and her and the two dogs they called their own.
A sort of hushed peace where breathing slowed and just the quiet cadence of in and out and in and out was barely heard.
Together, in synchrony, them and the nature the found themselves in on that quiet, still, peaceful morning where the sun rose softly on their love…