Finally, the weight of a recent virus lifted enough for me to reach the lake today.

The green lane opened ahead, then quietly poured me onto the shoreline.

Water; fell; sky.

After days of being gathered tightly around my small circumference, it felt more like a small rebirth, reborn back into Nature.

I stood for a while, looking.

Perhaps looking is not quite the word.Remembering may be better.

Nature seemed to gather herself everywhere … in water, stone, light, the movement of the trees … and something in me recognised the same gesture.

What shapes Nature shapes my mind, too.

Why would it not?

How we forget that and suffer!

For the briefest moment, I tasted something strangely familiar.

Searching nature, I tasted ‘self’ in a sip, that of my own being.