Rose paused to take in the view of the loch down the hill.

Rose paused to take in the view of the loch down the hill. The heavy fog which had rested on the lake earlier had blown away through the heather in the ravine and over the sloping hills. The night was now clear, and Rose looked in awe at the deep midnight–blue sky and the white caps that rolled over the surface of the loch. The soft waves were lifted by the wind, their tips glistened being touched by beams of cold moonlight.