Darkly, the mist lowers over to the Swallows and Amazon islands,

Speckling the lake from being whole mass.

Launches stutter their way to jetties at Ashness Bridge,

Humming the moment for cameras and screaming kids.

The mist transpires the green, the glow,

Pierced now by laser sunlight below.

I stand with friends from a height,

As Tino the defiant pit bull, looks aloft at it all, 

what would a dog think

to this view of surprises?

 

©David Addington 1998