Dawn rose late over the lake this morning. We are moving headlong towards the shortest day where light comes at a premium. The mists cleared revealing an unchanged scene. Fishing gnome Brian sat in his usual spot quietly plying his trade. An occasional deer or fox wandered by. Leaves continued to blow across from the woods, settling on the water and eventually sinking to the lake bottom. A long way to travel.
The scene very rarely changes except for a seasonal palette that gradually blends spring and summer greens with russet and gold followed by dark, graphite sketches of tree limbs and trunks. A fish occasionally jumps out of the water catching one of the ever decreasing number of insects flitting across the surface.
As the sun rose a kingfisher was spotted diving from the bank
All is well.