Behind the reeds, if you look closely, a secret world exists. Veiled by golden stalks, a swan glides serenely towards her mate. She looks at me curiously as if to say, "who are you and how did you find us?". We quietly acknowledge each other and she seems to give me permission to take her picture. The reeds sway, their feathery heads tickling the sky. Gold against blue seems impossible in April but the camera doesn't lie. Despite the sunshine, there's a chilly east wind and I continue on my walk, happy that I've had a glimpse of this secret, quiet world behind the reeds. It was a privilege to see.
