“you are clean again,” he whispers to himself.
he breathes the lake’s fresh breath and affords himself a faint smile as if he was just kissed.
with a sack full of twigs, leaves and litter on his back he takes his leave of the lake and trudges off toward his hut not more than a stone’s throw away from shore.
as he prepares the night’s meal he thinks of tomorrow and he happily smiles to himself.
he will take the paths around the lake again picking up twigs, leaves and litter as he goes. he will whistle the lake’s favorite notes and tell her the stories again.
for now, its rest and sleep beside his beloved lake.