a memory made clear by the haze

and so the fog rose and curtained the lake's beauty by and with its own

bienne d'assousy

steam was rising from the lip of the warm slopes
the view of the caldera inspires one
to dream again, to hope
and be hopeful. as the water reflects the swimming dance of clouds in an ocean of blue
i look up further and farther, the sun
hiding. a cool breeze reminds me of home, yet, at this certain moment, at this certain place, i felt

i belonged.