It had rained the previous night and the rich scent of the planet was delightfully inescapable, with masculine subtleties, the leaves gave silently beneath my bare feet and soon I was upon the lake, stunned by its stillness. The flies were out and the fish were jumping, carefully adjusting my focus I saw through the sky's reflection and found one fish to follow. I carefully sat down upon the sand and gazed out across the lake, hands idly gliding over the wet debris, happening upon a strand of discarded fishing line, to which I married with a twig, wrapping the two around one another till they lay cozily together. This process repeated itself twice more, and then my blurred eyes sensed movement.
A large bird flew directly towards me, its heavy wings struggling to gain altitude in the cool, thermal-less morning air. Mesmerized it inexorably glided across the lake, gaining speed until it was nearly upon me, too lost in thoughts of buzzards to notice the white head until the magnificent creature banked to my left, its gigantic wings blowing air upon me harder than a window fan, before disappearing into the trees. Promptly, the still water became blurred as a wind swept across the lake, crashing upon me and chilling me.
sated, I got up and wandered back to the cabin
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