As the warmth of the last rays of the sun shine all over the lake of Minnewaska, I am speechless to witness such golden beauty. The gentle wind is shaking the leaves of every tree, while the coming dusk gives them a vibrant bronze color. I hear the water grounding on the rocks; waves after waves it is softly dancing, following the rythme of the late afternoon breeze. In minutes, the sky will be dark and only the brighter stars will reflect upon the sleepy lake. But for now, I am admiring this gilded transition, knowing its magnificence is enhanced by its ephemeral beauty.
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