The silence is broken only by the gentle lapping of water against smooth stones. From the far side of the lake, two swans glide into view, their white feathers radiant against the pale blue of morning. The air is crisp, tinged with the scent of dew-soaked grass and wildflowers. The swans move side by side, their long necks curving elegantly as they paddle silently onward.
The two swans drift closer to the center, creating gentle ripples that fan outward in concentric circles. Their reflections join beneath them, forming the shape of a heart upon the water. Around them, lilies bloom in clusters, their pink and white petals opening to greet the sun. A hush settles, as if the world itself pauses to witness their quiet dance.
The First Swan, with a quiet grace, dips her head and preens her wing, glancing affectionately at her companion.
"Do you remember the spring when we first came to this lake?"
The Second Swan, his eyes gleaming with memory, nuzzles her gently.
"Every morning since then has felt like a gift beside you,"
They weave in and out of patches of lilies, their movements perfectly synchronized. Occasionally, they pause to dip their heads under, searching for tender shoots and roots. Ripples form in their wake, distorting the sky’s reflection and turning it into a tapestry of shifting blues and greens. Overhead, a lone heron glides past, casting a fleeting shadow on the water.
The First Swan closes her eyes, basking in the warmth, while The Second Swan keeps watch, his gaze alert yet peaceful.
"There is nowhere else I would rather be,"
"Nor I. As long as we have this moment, it is enough,"
The two swans begin to make their way back toward the reeds, their movements slow and deliberate. The first stars appear above, twinkling in the deepening blue. Together, the swans settle in the shelter of the tall grass, their feathers fluffed against the cooling air. In the hush of twilight, their love lingers—graceful, serene, and eternal upon the water.
