Thumb, thumb. The deck shakes with waves of the lake (this kind of deck moves with waves of water – rather than anchored to ground, it is anchored to the bridge that allows the deck to move with wave). Sky is clear blue, with streaks of cotton-candy clouds going across like waves, like waves of lake. I like how I move with the wave (since I’m on this deck), it’s fun. Lake creates jewels of sunlight on their ever moving waves, jewels those keep appearing and disappearing and appearing again…
The thousands of dips made on lake’s surface by chilly, clear breeze create a beautiful fabric, bejeweled with thousands and thousands of ephemeral sunlight jewels.
I want to run across it.
Tall water grass, various trees, and walkways (with people occasionally passing by); lake-side houses and distant mountain ranges surround the lake. Little leaves and branches of trees near the foot of lake are just few feet away from me. How harmonious!
An airplane goes across the sky. It flies straight. Little birds fly low over the lake, souring high, dropping sharp, going back and forth, they are one body with the wind.
I want to fly, too.
Long grasses of the grass land gleam as they move with the wind. They create a beautiful music, with whistles and their gleaming waves. The gleaming waves go across, across the vast field.
Right at this moment, whistles of grasses, leaves of trees, singing of birds, and humming of small airplane up in the sky, and growing whistles of wind fills this time and space. Big black falcon flies slowly across the field, its wing gracefully spread and carrying him on
the wind…
Mountains are clear and pastel colored under the warm ray of sunlight. Distant mountain ranges are misty. This afternoon sets with this scene illuminated with sunshine and whistles of the wind.
The thousands of dips made on lake’s surface by chilly, clear breeze create a beautiful fabric, bejeweled with thousands and thousands of ephemeral sunlight jewels.
I want to run across it.
Tall water grass, various trees, and walkways (with people occasionally passing by); lake-side houses and distant mountain ranges surround the lake. Little leaves and branches of trees near the foot of lake are just few feet away from me. How harmonious!
An airplane goes across the sky. It flies straight. Little birds fly low over the lake, souring high, dropping sharp, going back and forth, they are one body with the wind.
I want to fly, too.
Long grasses of the grass land gleam as they move with the wind. They create a beautiful music, with whistles and their gleaming waves. The gleaming waves go across, across the vast field.
Right at this moment, whistles of grasses, leaves of trees, singing of birds, and humming of small airplane up in the sky, and growing whistles of wind fills this time and space. Big black falcon flies slowly across the field, its wing gracefully spread and carrying him on
the wind…Mountains are clear and pastel colored under the warm ray of sunlight. Distant mountain ranges are misty. This afternoon sets with this scene illuminated with sunshine and whistles of the wind.
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