Kisha Black, Ekron’s wife, was in her early sixties. A lady with her hair all had turned salt and pepper in color as almost half was white while the other half remained black. But her skin was like everyone else, tanned from constant, and almost daily work under the sun ever since her youthful days. Only recently did she lessen her loads of work as her health was no longer as vigorous as when she was younger. Some areas had shades, but their tasks were mostly done outdoors. Kisha did not say anything but she had heard from her husband everything about Ekron’s plans. They even discussed where to plant the grapevines. She waited in this area; where she helped the ladies prepare snacks for the men in their family who were so busy ever since the day started, harvesting the grapes of half a hectare of land they turned into a vineyard. And that is when Ashdod started to learn how to make wines. His grandpa’s knowledge had been the foundation of his basic learnings but as Ekron was old an

 Rebekah smiled. Her face was showing half-crying and half-smiling. Tears were racing down her cheeks. Ashdod seemed to be giving her new hope. A new reason to pursue a happy life despite circumstances. They started to date. Their everyday lives became exciting as they enjoyed each other’s company. They were together almost the whole day, but they still longed for the next day to arrive and spend another day together. A year passed. Another year came, and the two decided to tie the knot. Their wedding was set according to Rebekah’s choice of date. She asked for a garden wedding a month before the first harvest of their vineyard. It was a grand celebration, but only a few chosen friends were invited aside from the people that worked for the Blacks. There were already a few hundred attendees, including their families, so Rebek

“Now I know why this place is called mystical!” Rebekah exclaimed as she smiled joyfully. She turned her face to look at her husband. “I love this place, honey…!”Ashdod felt his eyes mist as it had been so long since he last saw his wife smiled as serene as how he could see her right at the moment. He walked close to his wife and hugged her from her back as they both reveled at the night beauty they could see. The moonlight was so bright that they only noticed it now after the car’s headlights were turned off along with its engine. The trees were like artificial Christmas trees on a yuletide season where tiny lights are twinkling around them, but this time, it was the rarely seen in the cities, even in their farm and vineyards, because the lights were from nature; the fireflies! “So beautiful…” Ashdod was equally enthralled at the inexplicable magnificence of the surroundings. “Is that a trail I see…?” he asked in wonder as he saw a pathway illuminated by the fireflies as if leadin

Rebekah and Ashdod spent a lovely night, or maybe the loveliest among all they had ever shared in their entire married lives. From the waterfalls, where they spent almost a few hours soaking in the water. They made love and snuggled still in the mystical waterfall with the sparkling lights from the tiny flying creatures that had been their company the whole time. Only to make love again, next to the falling water where Rebekah leaned her body, front then back, on the rock as Ashdod made love to her with so much passion. Only soft moans and groans left their lips as they express the sweet sensation they felt out of their passionate oneness with nature surrounding them. The couple was in no hurry or distress as they proved their adoration for each other. Rather, their hearts were desperately trying and doing their very best to convey the purity and sincerity of their claimed and declared love. “I love you so much…” Ashdod softly stated as they swim from the side rocks where the water

The child Rebekah and Ashdod had found on the side road turned out to be a boy as they changed his nappies. It remained a puzzle for the couple that no matter how they tried to look around, they did not find any person who would have been looking for their child missing. The couple did not do more than look around to find the possible parents of the child. They also feared being fooled by people who would falsely claim as the child’s parents. Or even finding the biological parents and sending the baby back to those who had once abandoned him already. Ashdod and Rebekah were not familiar with the place, the area, and anything about this part of the map was a place they had only been because the navigation system was set to take them there, and all they had to do was punch in their home address to get back. “We cannot be sure if we would be doing the right thing to return this child to his parents only to be abandoned again. What if the next person to find him would not care the way