I stare out across the vast blue lake, dazed. Fog blankets the water, as if an endless gray void is gazing back at me. A light breeze slithers by me like a feather. I shiver in my own isolation. I wonder where the end is; where the water stops.
"Probably far, far away," I think. A few green plants sit before me, dancing in the wind. It's a mundane scene, but it feels more important than that. Nothing is wrong here. That's what I tell myself. But I wonder if it's really true. I look further down to see the shore; it is the color of seaweed. The air is heavy and thick. It feels off. Buzzing noises echo in the distance endlessly. I imagine how many bugs must live in this sanctuary.
"There must be bugs ranging all the way from smaller than I can see to the size of my hand. All of them must be so beautiful, if I could only see them. They probably have all sorts of colors and textures, from dull black to vibrant green. But here, every color seems blanketed by an opaque gray." I sigh. The fog has taken this pretty place and it has ruined it. What should be bright green is the color of algae. The glimmering azure waters I am supposed to be seeing are on the edge of colorless. And I might as well call the sky a piece of old printer paper. What I first thought to be a heavenly scene is really one of the most boring sights I have ever experienced. I start to feel frustrated.
"Why is it that this place, its own world of nature, isn't what it's supposed to be? Why don't I get to experience the bright colors, the explosion of noise, or the-" I stop. I stand up straight again. I look out at the water. I stare up at the sky. My eyes dart across the vegetation.
"See the beauty that is right here. Right in front of you is something only you will see, because everyone sees things different. However, the way you see it is your choice. Understand that." I try to listen to my own thoughts. I try as hard as possible. I take a deep breath once more, and I looks out at the scene. I slowly let myself exhale.
"Look at all the colors."
