hidden places

In the stillness of the morning, when the world around the lake is still in a gentle twilight state, the wind brushes lightly across the water, almost as if it doesn’t want to leave any waves behind.
She stands on the shore – a figure, delicate and at the same time full of presence.
Her body is wrapped in a transparent, flowing fabric that clings to her like a breath.
The lengths of fabric dance in the gentle wind, almost as if they were part of the landscape.

As a silent observer, I remain in this moment, caught between the urge to capture this moment and a deep respect for its fleeting nature.
She stands at the edge of the jetty, her back turned to me, in a stillness that connects with the nature around her.
The water in front of her reflects the world in soft tones, so still that it seems to be holding its breath.

Her movements are slow, almost dreamlike, as if she is one with time and the space around her.
The fabric glides gently over her skin and I watch as she leans forward slightly, as if she is about to dive into the cool water.
But she hesitates.
It is this moment of hesitation that radiates a deep intimacy – a dance between her and nature, an invisible connection that is difficult to see from the outside.

The scenery seems almost surreal, as if it has sprung from a painting in which time stands still for a moment.
It is this moment of beauty that the observer does not want to disturb – not with a movement, not with a sound.
You sense that what unfolds before you is not destined for eternity, but a fleeting moment that will soon pass.

I continue to watch in silence as she finally takes her first step, her toes touch the water and small waves glide gently over the surface.
It is as if nature itself is welcoming her, as if she was made for this moment – and I am just a silent witness to this tender, sensual moment that remains like a secret dance between her and the lake.