Sitting, legs in an improbable position, ankles under my backsides, pebbles inlaid under my thigh, with a right-back despite the pain in my knees and hips. It was hard to relax contracted muscles for the time staying in that posture. Looking forward, I could see the change of the light. The sky was mauve above me, getting red to bright orange over the mountains; a shading of darkness covered the reliefs at this early time. I felt the cool of the night on my skin; the sun wasn't enough to warm it. I also felt the matinal breeze going deep in my lung, like a thousand freeze bites. The water's murmur on shingles, a constant gentle ebb and flow, reminded the lake's presence, water's surface reflecting the sky's gorgeous palette colors. Bird's song rose in the distance; life was waking up, a new day became on Turquoise Lake.
This sounds absolutely beautiful! You describe my ideal morning.
Thanks, Larkspur. I want to play with words and create feelings. If emotions are growing in your mind when you're reading me, my purpose is reached. Where are you from?
I think you've achieved your goal here, Alain, because your writing is very evocative. I live in Canada, in the mountains, and morning is my favourite time of day, so I found this piece very lovely indeed.
I wrote it looking at a picture of the Rocky Mountains in Colorado.