The Lake

The lake is alive with croaking frogs bright and sunny to behold filled with walkers and their dogs, fishermen, their boats and poles; but the wind dispersed was harsh and rough, soft and brisk at first then completely cold enough . My dog and I stood proud and tall we walked and played catch with his favorite tennis ball then rested and shivered in a seated sunny patch. Too cold, much too cold despite the cloudless, clear blue sky and the gleaming sun above foretold no warmth upon we could rely. So, we came home to biscuits and hot tea, biscuits for him tea for me, then we rested with our tea and cake two cold and chilly souls sheltered from the cold upon the lake resolved to go back some day for a gentler stroll.