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The Lake

Everything about the lake is warm yet cold for me; the water, the algae and the sky. Beautiful is
just not enough to even partially describe my experience with the lake as it was bonded with my

happiest and clearest memories.

A fresh midsummer morning. I could not ask for a better day and the sun was slowly

ascending. I did things I normally did – mostly playing or studying – but then, the Sun felt a little

too angry to me. It was trying to drain the liquid inside every living organism while the waves of
the lake soothed the mild intensity of this star’s bizarre frustration. It was joyous to face the lake

and smile as if my life is flawless and I had no idea that I was in this world.

The lake pleases me in a significantly tangible way when I’m up close to it. The turquoise water

droplets are what I certainly see when I swim; although I can’t see clearly, I glimpse at rocks,
algae and tiny fish, all objects glinting with the golden ray of the Sun. The state of the lake being

on the bodies of many objects in the form of droplets just makes me perplexed, there were as
many water droplets as the stars in the sky in this lake and this is just a mere assumption.

The lake has the most inscrutable twin possible – the sky. They are incredibly similar by their
color, beauty and fake emptiness. They both are blue and this is hypnotizing since the only

barrier between the siblings is the horizon. Marvelous objects they are, except the sky is not an

object. They are the twins of mystery – they don’t know each other and are never meant to meet
each other – but they have the same genetics. Both seemingly empty, but full of something.

The lake is a warm and a cold thing for me. Water isn’t the only thing I think of when I hear the
word “lake”, I think of a plethora of things. Its complex existence is what makes me wonder the

most.

10A Erdenebat B.