It was sunny that day.
The girl was smiling, eyes shining with glee; the boy was an image of pure happiness.
Hair was blowing in the breeze, tendrils playing with the flowers, grass tickling their skin as they rolled down the hill. When they landed, the moment was captured, preserved forever.
They were flying, flying free in the summer breeze, love giving them wings.
As they soared in the winds, hand in hand, they felt the love; they felt the joy.
And they flew away, from all the past troubles, leaving nothing but a picture in a silver picture frame.