Wheeling Gull Isle September

As always she is silent, but he knows beneath her softly closed lids that her mind weaves a song for God. Her brother wont hear it, but he does listen to the sea and the sky and how the mouth of the wind brings forth a strong whispering answer.

“He hears you! He hears you!” The breeze stirs through the threads of their coats. It might have been the natural churn of the breakwaves; it might have been God speaking in another voice.

“You know, I even think sometimes saying it to only you is just as important!” He reveals to Ava. At least, he thinks so. It helps remind him what he wants to be: good! And for Ava, he wants to be a good brother. Preferably the best one ever! But if it was only just a good one, well, that's ok too.