Winter Lake

Today, though it’s not summer I went to the lakeside, not to angle, only because I was so depressed. There was no windsurfer gliding on the quiet water, nor high speed motor boat plowing through the water leaving its trail behind. When surging water clashed on the reef sent up a spray of water high in air, and when the spray falls on the water it forms a mist from the foams sinking into the water bone chilling wind comes with long strides pushing a curtain of mist aside. I feel cold not because it’s winter but I am sitting on an empty bench no one welcoming or expecting me.