Day of the braids. And of the lake. Such peace, and deep serenity. I had a heightened sense of being, and a deep feel of hope.
Braids passed me by and my heart fluttered, as I recalled of strange old times, of wisdom, strength and secret meanings. I felt their spirit calling me, pulling the soul out of my chest, as my small bench could barely keep me grounded.
Aho, I felt them calling, from the depths. Such magic. The lake was glistening with whispers, and lured me swiftly to the brink. I walked to it, and all responded. Small turtles made their quick way towards me, and two of them rose on the rocks, to study me intently.
I called the White Swan in the distance. He turned and saw me in an instant, and he was in a jolly mood. His body slinked unhurriedly at first, and in his grace, the great white giant had a thought. "The ducks..".. he must have mused, then winked, as the small birds failed to forsee it. The chase began.
Suddenly gathered and amused, the passers-by were taking pictures. As the noise heightened, a multitude of tiny droplets rose from underneath the giant's wings. "What made you want to make me smile..?"- I asked, and wondered who they might have been.
The little ones flew off, removed from their serenity, as the White Angel basked in his triumph. "You're right, mischievous you".. I thought, and laughed again, with crimson cheeks. He turned and glanced at me once more, as if to see if I enjoyed it, before he occupied his throne again, mid lake.
That magic. A place removed from all illusion, that seemed to float, as my heart flew with it, above. A shrine indeed.
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