Water Off A Duck’s Back

It is their ten year anniversary. They celebrate by visiting the park by the lake.

She lays out a picnic rug. He pops the cork and prepares a cracker topped with soft Camembert, places it on her tongue. She touches her lip with the tip of a linen napkin, dusts the crumbs. He smiles at her, kisses her gently on the cheek.
On the lake are two ducks. The sun warms their feathers; cool beads of salty water tickle their necks. One gently nudges the other with it’s beak.
Under the water’s surface are four webbed feet; paddling, working overtime.