Fairy Tale

The morning sun shone down upon her golden skin as she walked gracefully down the quiet country rode, her red, cotton dress blowing in the gentle breeze. Breathing in the fresh air she watched the horses run wild in the paddocks and the cockatoos sweep across the beautiful, clear sky. Today was perfect, already.

She crossed the gurgling creek, letting the cool water slither over her pretty painted toes. Sweeping her silky brown hair from her face, she looked up and there he was. Standing gallantly in the distance. The flutter of one million butterflies filled her heart, soul and mind. Every part of her flew away with the breeze. As light as a feather, she hopped over the moist rocks and through the dry paddock to the lush vineyard. Choosing one of the thousands of rows, she ran, as fast as her legs could take her, towards him. The large green leaves brushed against her skin, tickling her arms as she flew towards his arms.

The moment of connection, when her hands touched his neck, and his hands touched her hips, was a feeling like no other. More than one million butterflies, more than one million tears of happiness filled her body. His sea blue eyes looked beyond her face, into her mind as he smiled with relief at the sight of her. His heart, like hers, was at the point of exploding. She completed him, like no other. The connection of their minds was surreal.

Her delicate hand was held gently in his as he guided her through the paddocks and vines. The sun shone down on their backs and they ventured towards his land. Walking through the iron gates, talking with joy and happiness, the pair nestled themselves on the balcony. Sitting at their chairs, letting velvet wine slide through their lips they embraced the moment.

There he was, with the woman of his dreams, and there she was with the man of hers on the most beautiful day of the year. Where every single flower, every single butterfly, horse and leaf seemed to have meaning and a purpose. The wind blew a sweet melody through them and they danced together under the shade of the near gum tree, letting time continue on without them.

They were meant to fly this way.