The Crystal Lake

The woman was sitting next to the tranquil, crystal lake. Her dark, straight hair was kissing the edge of the water that mirrored her image. The green, silk dress was wrapped with the traditional way… according to her era, long before the new technologies. Before the arrival of our today’s ‘civilization’.

She is touching with her fingers the surface of the wet element. But out there it snows. And the surface of the water is becoming, almost, icy, no matter how hard she tries to warm it with her fingertips, as if she plays a musical instrument. Her body is still warm. She can stand it. Still… Life flows through her and she resists. And she plays with the water, she touches it, she flirts with it, she let it to move inside her arms. And again… endlessly. And she sees her figure to mirror on the surface of the water.

And suddenly, she reacts. She can’t stand it any longer. And she throws a rounded stone, a black stone into the lake. And the sound of the stone was heard around. There are many stones around her body. Small black rounded shining, iridescent stones. Thirty… As many as the days she was waiting for her warrior to return back to the lake. This was his commitment. He had asked her to wait for him, in his silver, shining uniform. ‘I will come when February’s moon will become full.’ But nothing happened. Her tears were creating stones… She raised her eyes towards the horizon. She saw the three sharp, like knifes of steal, and crests where snow and birds were steady residents of the place.

She started to cry… again. And, for the first time, all these painful days, she began to sing. A magical song, which melted the snow and attracted all the living beings of the earth and the sky. They all approached her, they wanted to comfort her. She was crying about her lost love. About the love she had never experienced. And then, the lady of the lake felt sorry for her. And she decided to give her an image as a gift. Her fighter to return, to be alive and to run with his horse to meet her!

Our heroine felt alive, again. In the heat of her passion she dived into the water. She wanted to meet the image that the lady of the lake offered to her. He had just arrived. His horse was breathing deeply after the crazy running he had for days… They had won, and he wanted to meet his beloved one. All it was left was a tiny piece of her green, silk dress. It was floating peacefully. She had left earlier… because of her desire to meet him. He did the same. He was not able to handle such pain. He dived and he left the lady of these waters to guide him to his love.

In this lake, in a far away place, in China, a tree was created in the middle of the water. They say that this tree is the hands of the two lovers that were united as soon as they met again. Every February, in this lake, white and pink flowers appear in the banks of the lake and the black stones disappear for a few days.

(i took the picture. a real inspiration!)