I sat on a rock,
at the edge of a lake,
in the mountains.
Under a tree,
whose roots were exposed.
Water had washed the dirt away.
The water was perfectly still,
you could see the beautiful reflection
of the mountains, perfectly.
The moon gave a soft light,
made it all look... purple,
and the selfless snow,
threw it all back.
The mountains were huge.
The mountains were beautiful.
And as I sat listening
to my own loneliness,
I could feel something more.
And as Great Lake Swimmers played,
I could see myself,
walking out to the middle of the lake,
naked,
exposed,
alone,
and just staring at the field in the sky,
and seeing infinity,
and then.... I relized,
That the world IS beautiful,
and that I had forgotten that.
