It is an October evening and I am sitting on my balcony at Varenna. The sun is just about ready to say good night and disappear behind the mountains. Her last rays leave a golden rim, and even from behind the scene, she has the ability to change the colors.
I look down on Lake Nagasawa. In front of me I see the little island. The trees are already unrecognizably dark. However, the whole line of trees mirrors in the lake. One tree catches my eye. It has tiny leaves, well visible in the water. They quiver in the gentle wind, I can’t hear their rustling, but they seem to have fun seeing their own mirror image.
In the back to the right the shore is getting darker too. The lake takes on a soft pink color. The last little boat is leaving and the ducks seem to have a meeting. They are chatty, the sound muted by the distance. Maybe they have to tell each other the happenings of the day and then discuss where they want to rest for the night.
The sky changes color. The strips of clouds reflect the sun, first yellowish white, then pink. Even the birds I see glow while flying through the clouds. The sky’s color turns from red to orange to yellow to green to blue, becoming a true rainbow. The darker the sky gets, the lighter the lake is. The pink changes into a light orange, Every part of the lake is different.
The sky seems to have a last spur of colors until slowly, very slowly the night takes over. More and more lights are visible. It is quiet and peaceful. A good time to go inside and be thankful for living in such a beautiful place.
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