the searing heat of summer oftentimes brings us to mallard lake, a convenient refuge. we find ourselves spending late afternoons in this peaceful ground catching a bit of summer breeze. the blooms of the wild have come and gone, the colors have faded. yet a few though scorched are standing still charmingly dotting the shores.
the lake is quiet, silently ripples only upon a drop of bait. the trees and the bushes rustle with the wind, whispering sweet nothings. sunsets sometimes can be dramatic and breathtaking but even in the ordinary, peace and inner joy permeate soothing and calming the senses.
here, on a languid afternoon is a solitary boat on a tranquil, silvery lake.