A car passes on a country road,
Its headlights searing for a moment
But lingering like a careless laser
Or foolish stare at the camera.

A pristine lake ripples with miniature showers,
Meandering, growing, evolving
Into indistinct but reminiscent scenes
We can only wait for blue skies.

A fantastic world showers behind double Chantilly,
Moire glimpses of documented beauty
Teasing and dancing behind the glass,
Eventually revealing a standard, empty room.