800. as sun and cloud

She sat on the porch and watched them walk to the lake. They walked like leaves fall and they held hands as children, arms swinging, fingers tight. They seemed to be talking from the look of heads leaning, of attention held, gyroscopic by way of centered, balanced. Their walk was not of time or destination, she thought, nor for show or presentation. They were as sun and cloud. They held that kind of endlessness about them. Moving yet eternal. An archtype. As effortless as autumn. From the distance, she could not hear them, the trail beneath their silent feet gutter worn. The lake beyond was smooth and blue in reflection, still and quiet. Tranquil. All of it. As clear as day is to night, as light to dark, as them to her.