The lake lapped at the gentle hillsides enclosing it. Not to say it didn’t want to be there, but to tease the sands with cold water and fill the air with soothing notes, perfectly orchestrated to ease memories from the heat of broad daylight. As the sun sinks behind the earth’s shoulder, it lights up the sky with fire beyond what is trapped on our planet, searing the clouds with burnished gold, glowing orange and a dozen shades of red and purple. But the sky never sleeps and in that one mountain lake is reflected all its glory as the night draws on. The moon shows up first, heralding the coming of a silver lights show to be witnessed by any animal gazing upward. The clearness of the night promises a glorious view.
If you walk away from the camp fire you will see for billions of miles into the black sky and the layers of stars spreading beyond what you can imagine. If you let yourself go, you can feel your heart grow wings and fly off into the starlight. No words can capture the majesty of the stars and moon in their dance nor describe what you see when you look at its reflection in the lake.
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