09.02.14 Silver Lake dreaming

I woke this morning at 7 am with a single image in my head.
I was standing by the shores of a silvery lake (light reflected), overgrown and mostely hidden by a wild array of thick tangled rampant watergrasses. I wasn't right in the clear water but in the damp reedbed overrun at the edge. And I saw myself as though from a distance - a young girl standing amongst the reeds of this barely visable lake. I wasn't doing anything, just standing there, breathing, looking at the lake.