As I took my walk around my town, I stopped to take in the enormity of the lake. I was so accustomed to it as a part of my town, I had never really admired its beauty. The breeze whispered with a delicate voice, ruffling my long, dark hair. As I walked along the stone sidewalk, I gazed at the golden sun setting along the horizon. The color of the setting sun reminded me of how Nescio talked about the color gold frequently, mentioning the “dancing gold that the sun made in the water” as well as “golden radiance” and “golden leaves”. When he wrote about how the “sky got bluer and bluer”, it took me back to when I looked over the surface of the lake, watching the soft rays of light penetrate the shimmering surface of the azure water, illuminating the entire place. The lake only seemed to get bluer and bluer the longer that I stared at it in the sunlight. Constantly complaining about living in the state of Kansas, with its lack of scenery and monotonous lifestyle, the lake was a reminder to me that beauty can exist in the smallest places. Here, I was at peace. Serenity.


3 thoughts on “Reflection

  1. I like how the lake here seems to be rising up in your drawing, taking over the entire scene! And the flowers–so carefully placed at regular intervals, invoke the human craft in creating this “natural” scene.


  2. I have always found the scenery that results from the sun shining over a body of water to be at least a little awe-inspiring. The sun, a beacon of golden light, is often revered as a symbol of hope; the bright blue sky behind it, a symbol of possibility. In their youth, Nescio and his friends often shared this feeling, staring off towards the sun or simply basking in its rays and trying not to think. It is fitting that the last time the author looks out towards the Sun, he is alone, waiting before reuniting with his friends who have changed with time. While the rest of them have left hope and possibility behind, settling into stable, mundane lives, Nescio still hopes. Perhaps this is the wrong path; he does confess, after all, that he is broke and has no place to stay. But maybe he still finds some small serenity of his own in refusing to let go of hope.


  3. I am glad that Nescio’s writing inspired you to look for beauty within your own local landscape. I found it interesting how the lake has more meaning to you now that you are older. Much like Nescio and his friends, I think it is the human condition for youth to take their surroundings for granted and dream about “getting out”. As time passes, I wonder how your perception and feelings toward the lake will change.

    While I was reading “Young Titans”, I felt a call to return to nature and its simplicity. In your reflection, you also mentioned a feeling of serenity while being surrounded by nature. Perhaps this is because nature affords us the luxury of doing “nothing”. In our fast-paced world, it is truly a privilege to spend time thinking and reflecting upon our lives. Such activities seem so simple, yet many of us fail to take the time to do them. In a true adult fashion, Bill Gates schedules an entire week to read and think in isolation. Ultimately, Nescio’s essay emphasizes the gift of time that youths too often wish away.


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