Lake lustre

The sun was still shining. The sky was distant, clear and blue. The late afternoon or early evening air had a cool punch to it. The weather was ideal for a stroll and somehow we ended up at the lake.

The water birds noisily chatted amongst themselves and most had paired off in courtship. Gulls circled tightly over the tall copse, like raptors in the plains during a drought. Trees clapped their thin, twiglet branches politely in the breeze. The sun began painting the surface of the water, licking into the ripples … it was beautiful.

 

The lake, early evening in March