we were sitting in the treetop hut in the jungle late into the night, as silent as sleeping doves.
the lamps we had snuffed out to better see the lake in the dim haze of the clouded night sky.
the lake was like a mirror, reflecting the wooded hills symmetrically in water. there was not a ripple on the clean sheet of mirror--sharp and clear as eternity it was, so tangible and within reach. we sat thus for all the time to come.
then i realised i was holding my breath. we were both holding our breath!
do you know, my friend--i hush-hushed--we are holding our breath, we dare hardly breathe...
together we dropped tingling into the stillness of the moment and the lake started rippling and a nightbird somewhere started singing.