"Hey, let's synchronize"

Here, no need to feel ecstatically motivated, it will works even with a little tiredness, on those grainy stones defining the bank of the lake, the air is calm, we could hear an accoustic tune, a soft high-pitch voice singing the idleness of our minds, the cackling of swans, ducks and geese slowly fainted with the dusk coming, sat on those rocks dressed in casual shirts and sandals, boots for me, the last remnant of the heat of the day cocoons us and puts asleep our flesh, we're satiated, we watch, indolent, we blend in the colored lights of the city poping out and spreading a blurry luminous smear on the still water in front of us, do you see that dark steeple rising behind the patch of trees, a spiky silhouette, and the fuzzy intense light oozing from a football stadium, we could almost hear the clamor and the gasps of the players training this evening, the clouds are low but not oppressing, more like a soothing haze, giving bumps and dents, sculpting the sky, showing a palette of glassy blue and grey, a blanket, a tender lid over that moment that is as much transcendantal as it is uneventful.