A pair.

As I unexpectedly found them curled up right there in the middle of the icey cold frozen river..I wondered.

A couple.

For better or worse. Thru sickness and health. For richer or poorer. Swans - I've heard - mate for life. They mate forever.

Is this a new love...looking into the far and distant future? Or - is this one that is old..and has endured the test of time? What binds and ties them? How is it that they have survived and thrived?

What lessons can be learned from these graceful...elegant creatures? If only they could share their secrets...how it is they do what they do.

From a far off distance - they were nothing other than piles of dirty snow. Imagine my surprise when I discovered they were something other.

A small slice of nature's never-ending inspiration. Sitting. Right there - in front of me - on that frozen river.