As if in deep slumber, she lays so silent one might think she were sky instead of water as her reflection is so pure. She neither laughs nor dances as she awaits the dawn dressed in colors of Quin. Rose and Cobalt Teal. The reflection of pines gives her shades of deep greens and occasionally a fish breaks her surface as he plays with her. Lady Lake is changing even now as I write with colors of soft violet in her eyes.
Written by: Jane Freeman
Image provide by: Trey Ratcliff
