An alien walks the lake trail

Awakened as rain fell (in the wee hours as usual) and with nothing so pressing and vexing as work to be performed for compensation, an alien out of time returned to sleep…

and fell into a short but pleasant phantasy of walking along the lake in the immediate hours before sunset.

Tasks were always accomplished mainly before sunrise and the few hours after. Everything about this inverse time of day seemed peculiar but agreeable.

Denizens of the hour were busy and unconcerned with any interloper who was merely bent on observing.

Soon the dream would be pierced…

but in those few moments before it happened there was a struggle to remain.