Everything cannot be possessed, only experienced

Lake of a Thousand Islands, I have visited many times. Each visit lingers in my memory. Now, at this moment, I stand here again, in the natural bay created by the Intercontinental, I possess boundless tranquility, comfort, and peace. At dawn, I stand on the terrace, with mountains shrouded in mist before me, greenery blending into the water, the lake serene and azure, everything is like smoke and clouds, without a single ripple. And I, too, am without waves or misty rain, wanting to stay, yet continually moving forward, or perhaps, in some corner of my heart, I have already kept this haven, preserved the fresh green of this moment, a touch of maple red, a bloom anew. Now, there is misty rain. I walk into the rain, with the grass under my feet as soft as velvet, the rain also dyed with the season. Isn't it beautiful? But I will not indulge, for all of this cannot be possessed, only experienced.