New place and the discovery

I felt different now. The shine in my coat was coming back and I gained some weight. I was near the water. In the mornings I would awaken myself to the half risen sun. Looking for worms to eat I would stay near my new home near the water. Everything was still in that place. Every now and then I would hear rustlings in the brush nearby. I wondered what was in there. It felt fierce. Like red hot eyes were looking but these eyes were ever with me not unlike the many other gazes I felt. It was only at times that some felt closer than others. My mind finally settled I stopped replaying bitter cold memories and began to form new ones with the lake and my neighbors. I began to find others that I could talk to in the mornings and I felt a shift. A slight change that played out dramatically in my head. I felt the exposure of love and loving. My friends as I learned to call them by name would release small things to me at first then as I came to know them even greater things. Like slowly being trusted with keys to the city. I felt the same thing happening with our roles in reverse. We would sore on and on. Growing more and more. It was real because it was mutual. We would stare at the lake together. At first it was our reflections only, then we learned to look past ourselves. We would sit for hours at a time tracing the outline learning about the height depth and length. We knew much but were cautious to talk hurriedly about our knowledge. We had to sit quietly and patiently and learn and gather and store. Finally we were brave enough to say it, love lived at the bottom of the lake.