At Laguna Lake

I’m near the foot of Laguna Lake. The big body of water, illuminated a little by dusk that’s almost gone now, resembles the color of the sky. Deep, little bit of sad, blue sky with glowing light magenta at the bottom. The water is constantly moving, absorbing light and air of surrounding. Right next to the lake, a black tree’s presence is like of a black night. Wind is chilly, it embodies everything within it, coming slow, and next moment a bit faster. Lake is constantly moving, its long, horizontal ridges of waves and thousands of smaller waves are part of music played by this evening wind. Birds become quite an acrobat in this swirl of wind – it amazes me how swiftly and lightly they can fly. Grass land with long grasses (some of them coming up to height of my chest). A building (it is a restroom unit), at the other side of grass land, right there at the foot of gentle hill, has knightly and mystical trees at the back. The building glows. It glows with warm, cold, deep and saturate orange in this cold evening air, in this growing darkness. I look up. Against deep blue sky, moon is a waxing gibbous. It is almost full.