Some days, it's an abundance of joy to see people smiling and happy. Their faces are round and ovoid, their hair curly or long, her hair is sunlight strawberry blonde, there are colors, reflections of silver-like water in the trees, the light skipping off each ripple, a gently falling sundown, there are gray islands and a fleet of ducks swimming under a burnt orange canopy of white flowers, in the blurry distance past the coastline is a baseball field, there are brightly colored blots of people, and red dirt, I like when it meshes and blends in with the blue-green lake, it's fun to see people alive and so happy, I like it, it's nice.