It glistened in my eyes

their web like feet, scouring the water for food. Meeting the lakeside I

stopped for a moment to fil my lungs with the clean brisk air and slowly let it

go feeling calm all over.

Meeting the lakeside I stopped for a glance at the far side of the lake squinting

from the blinding suns reflection. A fisherman struggles around a meandering

bend with his tackle trying to find the best place to fish, he finally picks his

position and begins to unpacknext to a withered half sunken tree, he surveys

the aren vigorously rubbing his hands together as the morning air is chilled.

I sat on a rusted bench watching the fisherman catch the fruits of his labour.

The day seemed to pass quickley in the serene surroundings and as dusk

approached the fisherman started to pack up his rods and tackle. No longer

does the sun shine in my eyes, it has become a golden ball descending on the

shallow horizon.

The ducks take off in flight and dissapear into the half light sky. As the wind

picks up and blows into a roar making tres rustle, i feelthe chill of the night.

Fish are surfacing the clear water and trying to devour gnats that hover in

groups above the water.

Taking a last look at the golden sun on the horizon as it dissapears completely

and, the clouds are the only ones left to gaze upon the lake, I remember the

calm and peacful day.