tranquility

It was six o clock in the morning. The air was cool as the morning sun was still hidden behind the peaks of French Southern Alps. The Geneva lake reflected the light tint of blue of the early morning. It was a picture of tranquility. He sat there watching the swans float on the surface of the water occasionally creating soft ripples with an abrupt movement. When one of the swans plunged its head into the water, he wished he could do the same too. Not to look for fishes, but to refresh his head to look for answers.

"quiet reflections" -cj

still water runs deep. but only so many people know about the turbulences that swirl underneath.. sigh.