a different feeling

A light drizzle was falling as we stepped out onto the platform in hangzhou on a saturday morning. The city was blanketed with a veil of mist that gave everything a sense of mysteriousness. The lake was beautiful nevertheless as i watch those little sampans paddle past into the blur. i felt a different kind of calmness, one of solitude as though i'm all alone gazing out at the lake hidden amongst the forests.

With a little imagination i shall weave a fairy tale picture. oh what a sight it would be as the sun rays stream through the clouds that are ever moving as though on a journey, casting a play of shadow and light. The water shimmers with sparkles of gold and blue where the light touches, an elven boat aged with the many moons that went by sits along the shore quietly under a willow tree with branches that kiss the water. the flowers that bloom where no man has walked dances in the wind that sings a lonesome song, a piece of nature in all her splendor.