Just over that hill is a lake. It is perhaps the most beautiful lake anyone has ever seen. A waterfall from the mountain feeds it during summer, and water lilies float on its surface during spring. The croaking of frogs on warm July evenings is overpowering for the first time listener.
Willows droop along one edge, drinking their fill when the days turn too hot.
Deer and other wild animals come to do the same, if nobody is around. Numerous wildflowers line the banks, their rainbow hues reflected in the waveless water, and the occasional summer rainstorm draws dozens of wild birds of all types to shower and feed. Why not see it now. It is perhaps a bit dark, and cold, but it sounds worth the trip. I try to change your mind, telling you it is now November, and the lake is not at its best.