Lake of Mist

When you wake up.

the cold air whisks around your face.

Fresh.
Walking down to the lakeside.

a thick mist visible on the clear surface.

You push your boat into the water and clamber in.
Your hands skim the icy surface of the lake. 

you dip your paddle into the water.

Sending ripples into the crystal surface.
You descend into the mist.

it tingles on your skin.

but the early morning summer light rises.
And the mist recedes into the cold damp woods.