Rain drops fell from the sky like a gentle song as she stood there just waiting. He was at the end of that path with his groomsmen. One of them asked him if he could see her as he peered through the tall trees back to the beginning of the path. "She is the one in white," they said.
Surely it was too far away to see the detailing on the dress, but there was a girl there at the end of the path. She was wearing white, just waiting. But if he could have seen her from the end of the path, he would have known that she was longing to walk to him. Longing to say their vows and finally be his wife.
But that was just a short moment. Because then she wasn't waiting at the beginning of the path any longer. With one foot in front of the other she was walking to the end of the path to start a new journey with Morgan. And there, there at the end of the path they did just that.