Reflexive Daydream

We slowly sailed across the placid, blue surface. The profound silence was erupting from all around. Across the lake, I saw a pair of birds flutter from treetops into the deep blue lake above us. The Sun was a cherry yellow and everything I laid eyes on was alive in its reflective radiance. Our boat made the tiniest whisper as it moved over the water. My nostrils were filled with the intoxicating smell from my lover as we drifted ceaselessly onward over the calm water. But suddenly, clouds exploded above. The Sun disappeared behind the darkness of the storm cloud. An acrid wind began to blow harshly: the trees began to bow. Our hair was whipped about us. The chaos replaced serenity lightning created blinding cracks amongst the black sky. The once smooth surface of the lake became turbulent with waves that threw our helpless boat about. I closed my eyes and gave in. The storm stopped. I opened my clenched eyelids. There before me sat an empty half of my boat. Not one memento of my love remained. As I drifted onward, soaked and somber, slowly the boat cried out the only evidence of what took place. The sky seemed paler and the sun no longer cheery, Now unforgiving and hot. My eyes stung and the trees were pastel. The water below me was hated and unforgiven. Slowly, beside the boat, my love's beautiful body began to cry and my apologies fell upon her un-hearing ears. I had learned my lesson. I begged for a second chance.