places like this provide me an inescapable sense of calm, a lever and pulley for all the whatever piling atop my shoulders. a place to be present, to listen to the echo of space, of nature churning, ticking, changing. an alarm of birds singing at the warmth, wind disrupting the reflection of calm, icy water needling weary muscles, light dancing, kissing, colouring. if you stop long enough to feel part of, precisely insignificant and whole, the world, your world, becomes a half full glass of whatever tonic suits you. it gives perspective, shape you might otherwise miss.