Today is day 26 of the month long writing challenge sponsored by Two Writing Teachers.
The swans gracefully swam by my lakefront window as I was cleaning on Saturday morning. I stopped my scrubbing to pause and admire their beauty on the grey cloudy day. There were only three swan today. Knowing that swans mate for life and usually swim in pairs, I began to wonder. Where was the fourth swan? What happened?
My wondering turns to worry.
It's not the first time I have worried about these swans. A few weeks ago I woke up to find a swan sitting on the ice. He appeared frozen to the spot. The ice had turned rather slushy the day before but now with the temperatures hovering below freezing I wondered whether he was now frozen to the ice. It was only 6am but I decided to text my early rising neighbor / sister-in-law.
I had to leave for work but I continued in my worries over the frozen swan dilemma. The one swan had not moved from that same spot. I decided to text my daughter once I arrived at work to see if she could keep an eye on them through the day:
And finally, I get relief at 10:23 am:
Silly worries? Yes, it is a silly worry, but it's odd how it brings me a much needed sense of peace.