Being Bluein Switzerland

I walk along the shore of Lake Lucerne The sunlight glimmers on the water and pigeons eat crumbs under the trees. The wind is cold, so I button my black jacket and tighten my woolen mufflers. Dew still clings to the red and yellow tulips. Lovers embrace on the wooden piers while slowly the boat from Gotthard sails into port. Two swans and a duck float near the piers, seeking the bread a man has thrown into the water, there under the blue sky. I feel lonely by the shore of Lake Lucerne. I hold my head high and whistle a tune.