The Cambridge Reservoir is a kettle hole lake, a five-minute walk from the home we lived in for twenty-three years. It is 155-acres of water surrounded by trees on a lovely 2 ¼ mile walking path. Peter and I walked around it countless times, and we took the family Thanksgiving picture there every year.
On Thursday morning, I walked there by myself because I needed to be there. A dear friend died Wednesday night. He was my friend even before I met Peter. He and his wife had so many wonderful adventures with us, including years of bike trips in many countries and lovely weekends at their home on a lake in New Hampshire. He was 91.
There weren’t many people on the path at ten o’clock in the morning, so I was alone when a pair of white swans came into view, not a common sight. I stood there watching them. I decided that they were Peter and Gordon, letting me know that they are together.
It was a comforting moment.