It had been a dry and oppressively hot summer's day.
As the fiery sun slipped out of sight in the horizon,
a cooling breeze began to blow, reviving our spirits.
My betrothed took my hand in his and led me
from the verandah of the Victorian manor,
down to the meandering river that ran through the glen.
Reflected moonbeams danced on the dark swirling waters,
transporting us to a world all our own.
The night was full of comforting sounds,
from the cries of a loon to a choir of singing crickets.
The air was sweet with the mingling fragrances of
wildflowers and hay from a nearby field.
He then guided me to a copse of poplar trees by the water's edge
and gently pulled me down upon the cool, soft grass.
We lay there together enjoying the ambiance of
a beautiful summer evening in the country.
As the moon rose in the evening sky,
there was a distinct change in the atmosphere.
The air had cooled and now felt damp against our skin.
He drew me into his strong arms and held me in a warm and
loving embrace beneath a celestial blanket of twinkling stars,
while sharing our hopes and our dreams.
We were lost in a memorable moment in time
~and it was a moment we wished would never end.