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.