Reflections

When the evening sun is slanting just so, let us take a picture of us both reflected, heads tilted together in a shaded body of water. Maybe we will, by chance, capture a lone eagle circling above us, or perhaps two mourning doves. billing and cooing mirrored there in a chilly Ohio lake. In the paling contrails of amity, will that likeness remain as a depiction of unbroken love, or will it slip away in spans and spells, but an image of an unmasked memory, one to be swiftly swiped left or right inside a cellphone gallery?