There she stood, at the the edge of the lake. This was a place you frequently visited with the love of your life, Columbina.

She looked up at the moon, her eyes closed as usual, before turning to face you. “My love,” Columbina softly called out to you. Her footsteps were barely audible as she approached you.

When she came to a halt in front of you, she gently took your hands in her own. “Shall we dance under the moonlight?” She asked, tilting her head while a soft smile formed on her lips.