Under the overcast sky, a light rain falls softly onto the lake, creating ripples that spread out in delicate waves. The water stirs faintly, as if in conversation with the low-hanging clouds above. Every now and then, playful fish pop their heads out of the water, blowing tiny bubbles that mirror the rhythm of the ripples. In the distance, a few wild ducks frolic freely, splashing about as they preen their feathers, sending droplets into the air with each flap of their wings.
The usual crowd of visitors has long dispersed, leaving the lakeside in a peaceful hush. The small pavilion, now a quiet refuge, stands serenely by the water’s edge. A few lingering figures sit calmly inside, gazing out at the misty, ink-like landscape of distant mountains and lush greenery. The scene feels like a living painting, where the tranquility of nature washes over all who remain, offering a moment of stillness and an escape from the clamor of everyday life.