At The Lake Side
The wind was blowing in from the west and with it came drizzle. The lake was vast and waves fetched from the persistent breeze. The reeds rustled as they bent in the gusts towards the figure of a beautiful young woman.
I stood in the darkness of the forest edge, watching nature move all about me. The boughs of the trees creaking, twigs snapping against each other and even the sound of the tiny surf crashing on the lakeshore. The woman seemed to be the only motionless object in this blustery, dull weather.