Kelly Pond

Midnight surrounded the landscape. The outline of the woods and the edges of the frozen water are only discernable to someone who was familiar with Kelly Pond.

Two people sat at the edge of this pond and waited for the darkness to ease.

As the moon rose, it cast an azure light through the trees and across the pond, transforming the snow into a mystical landscape. The brightest heavenly bodies twinkle their wink as the weaker stars were swallowed up in the moon's radiance. Venus, who only a few days ago was delighted to dance with the moon, now played a game of tag across the sky, catch me if you can.

Securing ice-skates to their feet, they ventured out onto the windswept frozen lake, the ice crackling underneath their skates. Their laughter filling the air.

As they skated, circling the pond and each other, they could feel something growing. Was this the beginning? Could the hands of time and the tick tock of fate be on their side?

Their energy spent, they found the ice to be a comfortable bed. Facing the stars, watching their breath plume above them and drift away, they hold hands, for that moment they are one.

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