The lake moved like a velvet blanket in slow motion, the ice broken yet together, moving with the waves. The winds and violent waters off in the distance creating this slow motion event, the ice build up against the pylons and pears an interesting byproduct. The blanket seemed as if it was the opening of a film, waiting for the music to start. The moon ascended in the distance early in the afternoon, and quickly moved behind the clouds as the light dimmed, and the blanket disappeared into darkness.