“Dawn at the Lake”

“As I stood there on the shore of the lake, I knew that I was living one of those rare moments in life that are so powerfully poignant one will never forget them. There was the sheer beauty of the pale-peach clouds, above us in the sky and before us on the water. There was the silence that still remains on the earth before the day begins. There was the contentment that I felt from having enjoyed a mystical experience in Yak’s room and continuing to enjoy a loving one with my dear friend Artus. There was the innocence of the dogs’ frolicking and of nature waking up from her nightly sleep. I was perfectly content, at peace with myself and the world, and in love with life. The full, blinding white ball of the sun now rested on the horizon behind the woods. Surrounded as it was by a primula-colored hood, the star looked like an immense flower just blooming in the heavens. Its rays first turned the entire lake into a rippled glass of Port wine, and then, into a vast sheet of bronze wave glass. A minute later, the sun having risen higher, it burnt a perfect replica of itself onto the surface of the lake. A wobbly, five-pointed star (with one foot missing) gleamed in the middle of the water. The life-giving sun had come down to earth and settled, glowing and shimmering, right before our eyes!”