Talking to a Lone Swan

It’s been almost twenty years since the day I witnessed this scene by the Gougane Barra. The man standing before me appeared to be a little bored, his gaze wandering away from the swan that the young woman beside him was leaning towards. She was wearing a sky-blue jacket and brown baggy pants, and her voice carried softly as she whispered to the lone swan in front of her. The man, dressed in a dark blue hoody, stood idly by her side, his hands in his pockets.

The bare trees in the background indicated that it was April, and the onset of spring was palpable. It was as if time had paused for a moment to let this little corner of the world bask in stillness.

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