The still water in the center of the lake seemed almost as perfect as a mirror.
Tadpoles and Water striders swam along the edges complementing its tranquility.
Intermittent wafts of air carrying an untraceable note of a faint obsessive fragrance rewarded the olfactory awareness.
A thousand shades and shapes hung from the sky and embraced the earth, all green and brown.
Jays chirped in the distance, and a Cricket would grow impatient every once.
Amongst other fitfully cooing birds, howling monkeys, and croaking frogs were the silent ants that dug mud mounds one grain at a time to build homes.
I sat there on a rock by the shore.
I sat there and did nothing.
Also, I sat there experiencing a little something.
I was also smiling.