The Prophet said, "There are some who see me,
by the same light I am seeing them.
Our natures are one.
Without reference to any strands
of lineage, without reference to text or tradition,
we drink the water of life together.
Sirius lay on his back with his arms crossed under his head, lounging on the summer grass. The sun shone on he and Remus as they relaxed in a moment of peace. Remus lay on his stomach, dozing in the summer afternoon on top of their picnic blanket. A breeze stirred his hair, casting it in gold as the warm sun played across his hair and skin. Grass tickled his face and he shifted in his sleep, a small smile playing on his lips. Sirius smiled, too.