So This is Love
Then the sound changed — softer, echoing off water.
He slowed, cutting the engine near the edge of a quiet lake. It stretched out wide and silver under the fading sun, the surface so still it looked unreal. A line of pines stood guard along the shore, their shadows long and dark.
Norah pulled off her helmet, her hair tumbling loose, the wind catching strands of it and tossing them into sunlight.
Her mouth fell open. “Oh… wow.”
Before them lay a lake, glassy and endless, bathed in sunset. The surface shimmered like melted gold, framed by tall pines and wildflowers swaying in the breeze.