Woman and Lake

A lake lays peaceful and calm, water still and quiet
Snow peaked mountains guard the lake, their rocky bluffs preventing storms and strong winds from disturbing its placid surface
Swaths of vivid green cover the feet of the mountains, drinking in happily the cool waters they ringed
A single house could be seen on the edge of the body of liquid, a single fingerprint of man amongst pristine nature
A wooden pier extends out from the man-made structure, dipping its wooden beams into the cold waters, connecting natural and not
A single human, feminine in nature, walks alone on slightly rotted timbers, ignoring the creaks and groans her weight inspires
She quickly bridges the gap between known and feared, with naught but a slight tremor in her steps to betray to the world her irrational terror
She stands over the shimmering blue, toes hanging over the edge of the pier, her back straight and shoulders set,  standing tall and proud in her solidarity
She slowly drops to one knee and places her hand gently on the surface of the still lake, the ripples her hand creates being the only movement the water had to offer
She spoke a few words than neither you or I will ever hear, nor deserve to for that matter, as they were not meant for the ears of the living
She abruptly stands and turns, walking back to her place of safety, leaving behind her only a faint ripple to tell of her story