The small lake nearby has frozen. At evenings, when it is already dark, lights from the opposite shore reflect on the black skin of ice. The winter is still becoming and the ice cover is not thick enough to carry more than a squirrel on it. But the straight line shows me, where the source of the light flares. For me this is a nice metaphor of the matters of waiting for the right timing and having patience to learn skills needed in fulfilling my will.
With the cool concentration on balancing my sprite with reasoning of my ego and common sense I am safe in this risky road.
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