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The Lovers peaks -

The water stretched out to greet him, its depths green in the evening's glow. Day's failing sunlight dipping into her waters, a needle, as if sewing through her gentle current, loose threads catching the sun's last light. At his feet, wildflowers craned towards him, the worn down path he had taken down from the meadows now wet with rain. The uneven earth grew slick with the late winter showers, only a few footprints visible in the shallow muddy trench. His brow relaxed and he stopped squinting as the setting sun's influence dipped out of direct view. His body now cast in cool shade from the surrounding mountains, his features softening at the pick up of a soft breeze.

Two mountains shared the western most edges of the lake, sharp peaks protruding from the sodden ground that wrapped around the lake. Jagged in nature and inward facing, the structure rose and fell in shape. Shallow shelf-like protrusions littered the rocks surface, adjoining the mountains. The hard mass of mountain formed together to support the broad untraversable trail that settled between the peaks. Joined as if lovers. Hands firm, that cemented touch. Clumsy lines of the month's earlier melting snowfall wound atop the summit, dusting the great grey lovers with a settled white. The structure, in some places, formed cliffs that loomed calmly over the waters that waited below. Its terrain appearing vein-like once he began to strain his eyesight to look closesly upon the mountains once more. A deeply scarred monument of the lake, ever intertwining to reach the highest points. The Lovers peaks, able to enfold the dancing waters that proved home to him.

Expectantly he stood at the paths end. The setting sun guiding his shadow further into the soft surface of the lake.