The early morning fog had just risen, although there were places in the reeds on the far side of the lake where a few wisps remained. The water was as still as glass. The forest on the western shore was reflected perfectly on the surface.
A small dog barked somewhere over there — just one small yip followed by a few more that sounded as if the dog had turned away and was barking into the woods. This then grew louder and became frantic. The barking echoed as if the dog had descended into a cavern.
Then all was quiet. And moments later there was a splash on the far shore. Ripples radiated into the otherwise still water.
The splash and the ripples are unrelated to the silence, right? The dog will be yipping again this evening. Right?