The whole train cart was bathed in a warm glow of a setting sun. Black painted the trees as giant orange globe nested between the valley in the distance. It was a perfect scene, a perfect moment. As the light filtered in to the sleepy train cart, warmth smothered the people within. The walls were a pale white linoleum and the metal poles were filled with harsh glares mirroring the sky outside. Sitting firmly upon the dark blue velvet that coated the chairs was a young woman. She was dressed modestly in her full length skirt and light-colored blouse. Her hair was pinned within curls to keep it off her shoulders. Gazing to her left she let a small smile grace her lips. A tall, well built man, dressed in a casual suit, next to her was carefully guiding a young boy in front of him to grasp the pole. He made sure that the child would not fall with the train's movement. The young boy, no older than five, was eager to prove his strength with the railroad car's speed. Sighing, the man leaned back into his seat. Running a hand through his hair he glanced to the right. The young woman followed his gaze to a young girl in front of her. Another child no older than three. She was quiet and faced the windows on the opposite side. Carefully the young woman bent from her seat and bent down to pick the darling girl up. Resting her upon her lap she took a moment to let her own fingers stay on the child's head. They buried themselves softly within the short, russet brown curls. Taking another moment to stare at the handsome man beside her she noticed him look back. His face lit up and emitted a healthy glow. His hand reached out to her and she let her own be engulfed by his large fingers.
There in the warmth of the setting twilight, with a child curled up upon her chest and her hand being held by her love she felt complete and utter love and bliss. They didn't know where they were going and yet they felt that they needn't know, for it would spoil their thoughts and thei perfect moment as a family.