Upon reaching the seaside, the sun was bursting through the clouds, splendid and resplendent.
Jasmine Yale watched ahead, forgetting to even blink, utterly captivated.
The sea churned with waves, the shimmering water like a mirror, reflecting the morning sun.
The scenery was boundlessly magnificent, the sea breeze lifting Jasmine's cloak as she nestled into his arms for shelter from the wind.
Sylvan Cheney stood straight and tall at the shore, his outline handsome, an existence all his own.
"Do you want to come down and have a look?" Sylvan asked.
"Mm-hmm," Jasmine nodded her head.
Sylvan set her down, fingers interlocking with hers, fearing she might wander off.
Leaning on his shoulder, Jasmine stood side by side with him, waiting for the sunrise.
The morning sun gradually rose above the sea level, bit by bit, starting with just peeking out to half a sphere until it hung full and round in the sky.
The sea wind blew, whisking Jasmine's long hair.
