Tranquility On the Pontchartrain

At the shore’s edge of the Pontchartrain a small barren peninsula protrudes where a lonely couple gazes toward the lighthouse perched at its end. Its shadow partially obstructing the bright pallet of a setting sun. It precariously hovers on the horizon for one last fleeting moment. Its hues’ are awash by the mist ascending each step of the seawall. Just beyond, a sailing ship gracefully glides along the crystal lake, its sails waving a tranquil and cherished farewell.