Lakeside: my birthday

This is the crisp line of the finest blue just at the edge of the horizon. The shades of blue from shore to horizon were all pure blue in different shades and they popped forward from behind grey trees that also glowed in the twilight cloud cover. It was impossible to tell where the light came from. Each was somehow lit from within. Everything shone its own light and the sun paled behind the cloud blanket. There was no wind at all.