confidenze tra amiche

Two girls sit on a wooden pier above the waters of a lake, whispering secrets to each other. A lake is deep water, held by its shores. It doesn’t flow like a stream, doesn’t rise in grand waves like an ocean, doesn’t break with the noise of waterfalls. Its surface is calm, but beneath it run powerful currents—strong enough to pull under even the most skilled, careful swimmer. The revelations these two friends share are as deep, emotionally and mentally, as the lake’s hidden undertow. Soft voices… The image is steeped in yellow, as if wrapped in the faded warmth of a distant past, like an old postcard.