The wane wintry sun shone with little potency on the hillside, the grass sodden with rain water a moment before fallen. The air thick with quiet, no sound disquieted the lone tree as its leaves, newly fallen gathered at its root.
The young women sat atop the hillside, gently lamenting the fallen leaves, a young man lay beside her head upon her knee, as she gently combed long pearl white fingers though his hair and he had a peaceful expression upon his handsome features and profound contentment in each contour of his body.
Sensing his companion and wife's distress he opened his eyes, and placed a chaste kiss on her porcelain skin just below the jaw line.
"What is the predicament, my dear?" He asked
"This speck is very secluded, Edward, nobody visits this beautiful tree."
She believed the condition of the nature around them proof enough that nobody ever visited this striking place; it deserved more attention from the world.
Sensing his wife's growing distress.
He smiled soothingly.
"We will visit here often, with our children one day."
The fingertips of one hand brushing the ancient tree bark Elinor smiled pieces of bark crumbled away, pieces of history, a piece of the couples history with it.