i decided to wake up early that morning. To get intimate with the lake air, glistening yellow surface mirroring the mountain under the morning sun. I laid down as if i was familiar with the ritual. TOOL played loud next to my left ear. Let them streaming fastly to my brain, while cold air started to grid my skin. I waited for the touch to go deeper and planted points to flick, burst my vein. I waited to dissolve, disintegrate and become the sunlight. For a second, just a second, i was of the serene by that lake in that particular morning.