Oily waters of Lac Léman
Time doesn't matter out here. Light matters. A lot.
It is the main driver to the senses as every moment is colored and shaded differently. Even the fragrance of the crisp air, the taste of the sun rays changes with the gentle brush strokes of the setting sun.
There is color everywhere. The gently rocking canoe passes swans. Bird formations cut silently through the sky. The water moves like oil, it feels like liquid silk to the touch. Once here I don't understand any of my regular daily routines and busy career life. At all.