The grass was wet from recent rains, so Jamie and Andrew removed their shoes before crossing the field which led to Miller’s Pond. By the time they’d reached the summit of the small hill that overlooked the pond, Jamie was wearing only her pants and Andrew was naked but for his trousers. He was in the middle of removing them when Jamie said, “We’re almost there, let’s race.”

“No fair,” Andrew called after her. By the time he got his pants off, she was already halfway down the hill.

“I thought you wanted to make love on the...” he started to say when he’d caught up to her.

“Birds,” she said, pointing to a pair near the pond’s shore. “I think they’re plovers.”

“Lovers?” Andrew asked.

“Plovers,” Jamie repeated. “But I think they’re also lovers.”

“Like us,” Andrew said, embracing Jamie.