Lady Lake,situated in Little Creek Park in my hometown,wears her usualturquoise dress with a white marble waist belt,the marble arch bridge.Thewillow twigs,just like her loose and long hair,reach her feet and dance with thewind.With the foggy haze in the early morning before sunrise,she drapes overher shoulders a large piece of white gauze.You feel the dew particles land onyour skin in the wake of a breeze,giving you a sheer sense of satin slidingdown your face and limbs.After the sun comes out,she takes off the gauze andreveals her light green dress scattered with twinkling stars.She wears a grayshawl when it is cloudy,and after sundown she has a dark blue night gown,soflimsy that you could almost see the quiet tenderness underneath.You can also feel her tenderness and flexibility when you dip your hands intothe lake,and you can caress her almost sensual body movement and wateryrhythm as you slowly glide your fingers back and forth in the water.If you Lady Lake, situated in Little Creek Park in my hometown, wears her usualturquoise dress with a white marble waist belt, the marble arch bridge.Thewillow twigs, just like her loose and long hair, reach her feet and dance with thewind .With the foggy haze in the early morning before sunrise, she drapes overher shoulders a large piece of white gauze.You feel the dew particles land onyour skin in the wake of a breeze, giving you a sheer sense of satin slidingdown your face and limbs.After the sun comes out, she takes off the gauze andreveals her light green dress scattered with twinkling stars.She wears a grayshawl when it is cloudy, and after sundown she has a dark blue night gown, soflimsy that you could almost see the quiet tenderness underneath.You can also feel her tenderness and flexibility when you dip your hands intint lake, and you can caress her almost sensual body movement and wateryrhythm as you slowly glide your fingers back and forth in the water .If you