The lake lies still, forming a crystalline mirror for the plateau. A drift of air swept down the nearby mountains, and the water’s surface trembled gently in the breeze, briefly distorting the reflection of earth, tree, and sky. Breathing in the fresh mountain air, one becomes aware of the constant melody of birdsong that echoes softly from the shadowy boughs of the nearby, verdant woods.
These are scenes drawn from the well of memory—quiet, nostalgic, fleeting fragments I have gathered and tried to convey through brush, canvas, will, and the fullness of my heart.
May they bring stillness to your thoughts and offer you a brief, tender moment of peace.