A delicate pair of bare feet; smooth yet pale they were seen and clear was their reflection on the fancy glassy mirror thus plunging 'head first' into the calm surface of the fresh water they seemed to be willing, with each of those 'appealingly tapered' toes taking their turns with utmost consideration from the ticklish hallux to the petite pinky toe…
…feeling the water temperature as they anxiously gauged the coziness around the gauzy body of a small yet invigorating lake where a waterfall was racing down and kissing wet the rocky side of a high snowy mountain in a series of cascades thus always splashing the freshly melted snow—like a continuous cycle of Mother Nature's watery compassion—in and around a place where many travelers could rest and lay their bare feet into this ankle-deep body of water of a crystalline bluish-green lake.
