The happy place

Hello isn’t it beautiful at the lake when the sun has set? The water is black like really black and it feels dangerous. Like if you drop something overboard, it’s gone forever. This body of water which we were out at just now is murky even in broad daylight, due to the muddy lakebed, at night it’s black like that maximum black, you know? Doomsday black. And yet on the surface it glimmers even so. Like made of liquified black diamond.

It’s just so beautiful and serene, there were a few swans which were upset when coming too near, we saw them flying to seek another resting place. also some Canadian geese doing the same thing, but mostly it was just the gentle sound when the oars broke surface and the also gentle swearing when rowing too close to the what looked like an impossible long cow made of grass which was hard to distinguish from the seaweeds in the darkness.

My hands were slick from fish carvings, but I couldn’t smell anything, (I sometimes feel nothing)

I will not say what kind of fishy business we were up to in the cover of dark, but it wasn’t smuggling.

And so I will write this down as whenever something beautiful happens, it’s a formidable idea to write down, to save it for later in the virtual treasure chest, like a black diamond made out of memories .