Mikomi Lake

Here lies a ordinary avenue of trees; it is dappled, dim and unruffled, almost freezing. The perimeter of the trees opens up onto a lake. The atmosphere is warm like an electric blaze; the sounds of insects are almost too thunderous. The lake seems like a black void, when the sun bounces off its exterior. A plopping echo as a fish shatter the surface every now and again can be heard and then and ripples widening out. This lake is passive and a pleasant place to unwind.