Everything came together in natural perfection. Golden light was streaming onto a roadside pond and warming up the bull rushes and reeds. Morning mist was hanging, just above the surface of the pond, which was calm and reflective.
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One of the swans stretched out his neck to rub; affectionately it seemed, against the female as they passed.
A few stragglers were still flat-footing it around, white swans on white ice in mid November and then they were gone.