Laine Family

The day had started off very pleasantly. Despite the grotesque cold of the early morning and the sunrise still to make an appearance, Rick made his way out his house with a spring in his steps. Frost made the grass and stone walls glisten. The candle light gushing out the windows of the house behind him illuminated his path till he reached the beck crossing. 

Several years had come and gone since the last image of the brunette appeared in his dreams, with her radiating golden hue, yet unfamiliar blurred out features. Who she was and why she appeared in the deep shades of sleep eluded. It would be assumed she was his Mother. Any memory he had of her was lost in his infancy. Any time throughout his life the figure adorned in golden rays appeared, she shone with a warm, consoling and loving light that touched the heart of the deep sleeper. Her face was always an eluding curiosity and a constant fleeting hope.