The sun was setting over the calm waters of the lake, painting the sky in a gradient of warm oranges and soft pinks. The pale blues of the sky were slowly being taken over by the rich purples of the onset of night. The gentle lapping of the water on the shore was the only sound that broke the serene quietness of the place. It was the perfect summer evening -- not too hot, not too cold, just enough to be comfortable in a light sweater.
A group of children were playing a game of tag by the shore, their laughter echoing across the lake. The older kids were busy building a sandcastle, molding the wet sand into intricate shapes with their hands. A little girl sat on the dock, her tiny feet dangling off the edge as she dipped her feet in the water. A fish nibbled at her toes, making her giggle and pull her feet up. Her mother sat next to her, sipping on a warm mug of tea and breathing in the fresh, crisp air.
An elderly couple sat on a bench, overlooking the lake. They held hands, contentedly watching the scene before them. They had been coming to this spot for years, always on summer evenings like this one. They reminisced about their younger days as they watched the families enjoying the beauty of the place. They talked about how they had fallen in love on this very spot, many summers ago. They were lost in their memories, the present a mere backdrop to the stories they shared.
