Under the Moonlit Lake She Shone

She stepped out of her beloved, yet battered old, black van and sighed.

Her feet scuffed the surface of grey gravel stones, creating a flurry of dust in her wake. Her presence heavy and tattered, like an old boot; worn well with scuffed stories to tell, in dire need of a light touch to bring her back to life.

She wondered aimlessly, almost carelessly across the road to a lake lit dimly, yet mystically with a row of a thousand glittering lights.

Ancient trees huddled and hushed the flurry of geese as they cackled and called courageously into the night.

A medley of man made ultra beams mixed with the full moon above.

And in all her power and all her glory, she let the glow from the sky above caress her weary soul in a moon dance of love.

And with each step she took, her feet became a little lighter.

And with each breath she took, her eyes shone a little brighter.

And with each thought she let go of, her mind became somewhat clearer.

And for the first time, in a long time, the waves crumbled.

She found a still lake, with a few ripples.

Gently pulsating the waves of love.

And in that moment, she realised.

She did not need to make waves to be seen.

She did not need to ride 6ft falls.

She did not need to drown in her own wake.

For beneath the surface of her electric dreams lay a subtle notion.

The energy of love.

And the full moon above.