The lake surface is perfectly flat and reflects a light blue summer night sky as well as the dark contours of the opposite shore. A ragged line of treetops meeting a slightly yellow band of sky both over and bellow. A boulder, a tall birch tree and some hanging branches frame the picture and on the other side, the faint orange glow of a solitary house. I thought the night out here in the countryside would be quiet but standing here writing these words I start to hear the sounds of the night, a few birds squeaking and a low whoosh of wind. I wish I could stand here longer but the air is chilly and most of all my bare feet are getting cold. Time to go back inside, after all the lake and sky will be here tomorrow, just as beautiful as today.