Glow - The scene through my window this morning

Lake Washington glows a soft warm yellow that radiates up and wraps the island hills.
The trees reflect as foggy spikes or poles for underwater piers.
A finger smudges the scene sketched in soft charcoal misty grays. If you listen, you can hear the finger stroke the paper.
Inner fire alight beneath milky Irish skin, expectant mother watching over, smiling upon, embracing in silent joy.