There was a day, not long ago, when Spud and I returned to our favourite waterfall in the Lakes. I was captivated by a small pool of water, reflecting the sky, the clouds, and the trees, with perfect clarity, as though to highlight the existence of a parallel universe. The trees were briefly obscured by the appearance of my fiance, as though he too was contained within the water's depths. The moment my reaching hand brushed the surface of the pool, his likeness was lost to a disarray of ripples. I looked up to see him standing there, on the bank opposite, his familiar form evoking a long sequence of treasured memories, beloved reflections.