View Of N'Kwala Lake
The gentle caress of the young breeze.
The fiercer pull of the wind as it rushes up from the lake.
Feeling my skin shift of bronze under the languid kiss of the sun.
Looking out at a strip of bruise blue water, dusted with touches of white.
Then, a rolling stretch of brown hills darkened by patches of sparse trees.
And finally, the unending, blue eyed gaze of the sky.