Deeply Etched

The air was mild and cool, blanketting the lake - rays of the setting sun.
The hour drew near, as the sun started its rythmless waltz towards shangrila.
The lake an azure blue, rustling with the wind, glistening under the watchful evening sky - A lady's beauty unmatched.
The birds have stopped chirping by now and the trees a dullish green, tinted brighter by the settling mist - a mirage of parody, cheapening the beauty of the lady.
The hour was ending , as the sun finally disappeared sub rosa.
The clear waters, an array of blue transmuting itself into aqua, illuminating itself, the prominent light in darkness.
Dusk ended, with night shadowing the earth. In my fading memory i recall, the waters dissipated its color, fading off into the world of the night......