thelake.

Morning fog resting upon the lake.

The sun glazed a dull pink hiding behind the horizon, lifeless almost. Ironic, almost.

It's arrival into the day of the most importance, and then of none.

Cold water clutching to the final droplets of heat coating its presence from a humid summer night.

Winter isn't as kind.

She never has been.

Yet the two opposing seasons mingle to create a scene of such beauty, colours of the deep ocean and the pastel candy floss painting the sky,

much to the delight of the early birds.