(Rough draft – just trying to practice a more descriptive account for a change)
I stand within my little space of diluted sunlight
Diffused as it shines through a bowl of frosted glass,
Trapping a bubble of clarity inside.
From all around, or nowhere, a soft breeze comes,
Lending its gentle caress before leaving.
Cries of gulls fighting stress the stillness for a moment,
Then one looks up at me with an intent eye,
Head twisted, before resuming its survey of the lake.
Somewhere beyond the dense fog
A horn blows its steady sonorous notes,
Punctuating the calm with its ellipsis.
The water ripples smoothly on, merging into the mists,
Neither caring nor slowing for the world of time outside.
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