Tranquility

The lake is calm but for the small waves that radiate from my canoe. I look at them and see the reflection of a silent flock of unknown birds traveling southeast. I don't know where they're going, or where I'm going, but for now I'm content to rest in the coolness of the new day. It seems as though the bright yellow of the sun is pushing the smoky blue towards the night, which has already fled. Between these opposites, night and day, shades of sapphire and gold melt into each other as much in the reflection as in the sky. And the dark skeletons of the winter trees, tall and imposing, stretch their arms as if they wanted to leap from the darkness of the earth.