passing by the golden lake, people are laughing happily and splashing water at each other inside the lake. i cannot see the depth of the lake. somehow, they can stand on it. which means the lakebed is not really that much far from surface? wish i can join them but i am in a car, thinking, i will just go there and play later.
a fairytale-like journey. but with a bad turning point when i reach the hotel. people ignore us. as if they do not care about whether having customers like us. anger takes me over and pushes me to complain and curse. this is unlike me at all. can they just let me settle down and then i can go and play? the lake water, trees, birds, grass, mountains.
the consciousness pulls me back to reality, before i get to go over to the lake.
it was such a beautiful morning i just cannot let it go to waste.
