The river is singing. The lake is placid. The wind is calling for me.The wind is quiet. The skin on the back of my hand is taut, as well as the muscles of my lips. I felt the wind on my face. The river is singing, but the lakes are placid. It was silent, but I listened to the songs. What is this feeling? Am I dreaming? It is too peaceful. I cannot contain the peace. My eyes are burning from the fresh air, which is becoming stale. My feet are moving by themselves. I walk towards the river. The lake is waiting for me. I am confused, and I will always be. I heard a hush, but I listened again and found nothing. My imagination is playing with me. And yet, I continue to walk towards the river, towards the lake, towards the forest. I close my eyes, and I can feel the sensations of the wind caressing me. My feet meet the water. There is no river, there is no forest. I find the river gone, but the lake remains. The lake is there. The lake is here. Isn't it too peaceful? Isn't it too calm? Wait for me to come.
The lakes are placid. Spread it in the wind.