All the shades of red

Whenever I feel a narrowness in me
When I feel I can’t breathe
When I feel there is sth in me but can’t name it
When I feel unsteady

I go to the lake

All that space helps me fill my lungs with air
That immensity gives what I feel room to soar
And the width of the lake settles me

… and if that does not work,
at least I get to see the sun set in astonishing reds
and peace settles over me.

bty