I've got a lot to do in the coming week, but I'm not worried about that now. Instead, I enjoy the serenity and slight mystery of the scene before me. The fog blurs the amber and white lights reflecting on the lake, the tower and trees create mysterious shadows on the shore. I watch the fog swirling, the water rippling. For now, at least, I am at peace.
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PoetryBasically a beautiful mess of poetic and... erm, decidedly less so writing. Beware of the occasional full-on speech.
