Droplets of rain cling like teary cruor torn from the sky. They pause at the intersection of wood and air, within cold thorny branches intersecting space and time.
Like shadows painted on the sky, this canvas made of clouds,
Dark silhouettes sped through the air, faster then eyes could follow.
The day closed with a chilly breeze. A peaceful silence embraced the lake. Birds left their songs for another day and sought the warmth of some nearby shrub or tree.
The lake was overflowing that day, but this traveler seemed to think the conditions were perfect.