What unfolded before my eyes were something I haven't experienced before. The fog, the lighting reminiscent of old sepia photographs, the ethereal atmosphere, the stillness of the lake, the silence--it was spellbinding. I felt transported to an era where any moment the figurehead of a pirate ship would weave its way through the mist. Or of American Civil War soldiers with their muskets and red garbs on boats making its way to the dock. Or of mystical fairies or of a ghostly figure about to hover on the tranquil waters. Or of faint lights getting brighter and brighter as an alien Warcraft descends from the gloomy heaven. It was visually astonishing.
I might not experience it again, but I was fortunate to see it unravel before me. It surely was a bonus as I wouldn't have thought that a weekend getaway would turn out like this. What was a sit on the dock to rest, reflect and reminisce revealed nature's beauty that engrossed the senses.