The lake came alive as dusk fell this evening, shimmering
with silvery ripples like the ruffled coat of a gray fox. Its palette flickered wild as I watched,
mesmerized.
Elemental. Energetic.
Mysterious.
Then within minutes its animated, crawling surface transformed
into slick glass. Smoky dimness simultaneously condensed into a blanket of thick, blinding
blackness.
The earlier spirited feral waters, now tame and quiet, patiently
awaited the promise of dawn: rebirth. As a
few brash stars showed themselves, I smoothed the wrinkles of the day and also waited, restored beside these still waters.
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