The water's so calm it’s probably meditating.

The lake stretched out before me like a mirror for the sky’s fleeting emotions. Golden streaks of sunlight pierced through the heavy clouds, scattering across the water’s surface as if trying to hold onto the day just a little longer. The sand beneath my feet felt cool now; its earlier warmth had been stolen away by the evening breeze. Across the lake, buildings stood quiet and unassuming, their reflections rippling faintly in the water. I watched as a single bird flew low over the surface, its shadow gliding beside it like a silent companion. The scene felt suspended—neither fully awake nor entirely asleep—just caught somewhere between the edges of light and dark.