July

There he is again—bald head, big nose, that same wistful photo she thought she’d seen the last of. She’s only checking the website for updates, but somehow he sneaks in like a pop-up ad with feelings. His profile still insists he misses his late wife dearly… but also claims she’d want him to find “the right woman to live with.”

By the lake, a wooden staircase stood out. It was a simple viewing platform. Something stirred on the water’s surface. From above, through bare shrubs, I glimpsed white specks floating swans. Their feathers gleamed, long necks curved, reflections clear in still water. Some pecked at the surface, others preened, and a few drifted alone. Further…

沿湖而行，将离未离的一刻，回头所见，不过是水面余霞与一阵微风。
风带着寒意，衣领不自觉收紧。
那一瞬，没有言语，只剩光与风在湖面流动。