Creative Writing: Lake Wing

My eyes adjusted to the darkness as I sat down on a green park bench. The sun began to come up, just barely visible beneath a layer of soft gray clouds. A duck slid off the bank to join his raft in the cool water, causing ripples to break through the smooth surface of Lake Wingra. Colorful leaves danced through gusts of morning air, which gently rustled the boughs of a tree to my right. The leaves softly rustled, accompanying the symphony of bird calls and crickets echoing across the lake. Occasionally a shiny black crow broke the cool silence with his ugly call, and twice a grand heron made his exalted, almost dinosaur-like screech as he soared across the morning sky. His gigantic wings flapped audibly through the clear air, seeming to create

ripples in the sky as the duck did in the water. Deep breaths filled my body with fresh morning air and the sweet smell of rain, clearing my mind and relaxing me. Dewy water soaked into my shoes, but otherwise I felt warm and dry. The cool breeze did not permeate my clothes, so I sat comfortably and felt the gusts of wind run through my hair. Chiming of a clocktower eventually broke through the chorus of animal sounds, cueing me to head back home.