To the lake

Always a fan of the country, and especially of the waterfront, I head to the lake that both protects the village from attack, and provides means of trade and transport with its many connecting rivers and waterways. To simply call it a lake is quite unfitting, as it is almost as expansive as any ocean. However, being freshwater, and landlocked, it meets the definition. As I trot along the familiar shores, the sun sets across the water, casting wonderful glimmers and stretching orange colors across the glistening water. The waves lap at the rocky shores like a cat would at a bowl of milk. A small ship sails back to the Capitol, likely full of the day's bounty The trees rustle and shake with the evening wind, and I feel momentarily at peace with the world.