In the midst of time, trees, and unfamiliarity,a veil of mist surrounded Hilary. Yet she knew no fear.
The long flowing gown she wore danced in the wind. She seemed to be abeyant; pendulous, rocking in perpetual motion. Yet every rocking movement seemed to rid her of the many cares and troubles that had weighed heavy on her mind. For a moment Hilary wondered if she had died.
She turned slightly and a protective arm seemed to swoop her up. It drew her close ...
Hilary remembered. Awaking from a sleep, she kissed her new husband. Light of her life. Her saviour.