Lake district all over again

Once again, imperfections in the glass screen create a kaleidoscope of the world outside.

A lazy sheet of water stretches across like cellophane, riddled with tiny ripples. Once again it lay there half-disrespecting the golden rays of the afternoon sun, not bothering to reflect them back.

After all 

what's afternoon 

an after thought 

and after that

the aftermath

of lost thoughts

and eaten cookies.