Today, I sat under a tree, admiring a lake which boasts of picture-perfect mirror reflections of the glaciers and mountains in the distance. On this unassumingly cloudy and rainy day, all other tourists were deterred from where I sat, chasing that perfect image that they'll never appreciate again from their phones.. almost with a "there's nothing to see, let's move it along" vibe. I was there alone, admiring the rain.. their clusters of dispersing circular ripples scattered on the lake, and way their droplets delicately decorated my curls without bursting. I watched pockets of light break free from the fog, casting dancing shadows along the land as the wind moved. I couldn't help but smile. Historically, I have strived to uncover the art of stillness, however attempting to do so consciously has always been a bit of a distraction. Passivity truly isn't all that bad sometimes.. Also, I enjoyed playing a game of "battle of the wits" with a few peacocks living at a farm I'm staying on for the night.. I'm not sure who won.