Sunrise tips the chilly mountain air with warm 
		promise and bathes the lake in muted peach. Dewy treetops nod good 
		morning to cotton-puff clouds and there is the reluctant flutter of 
		wings in their branches. A squirrel tsks in annoyance and skitters 
		deeper into the forest. A drowsy stillness persists, punctuated only by 
		wing-beats and water-ripples. Standing at the railing of the small pier, 
		I inhale the crispness of peppermint bushes and gaze out to the horizon. 
		No boats, no swimmers. 
		
		I almost regret disturbing this natural awakening with my human 
		presence. But in nature’s serenity, I find my own. For blessed moments, 
		my mind holds nothing of consequence. I take time to look, listen, smell 
		and feel. City life leaves little room for such luxuries. I’m always 
		rushing for the bus, standing in impatient lineups, working towards 
		deadlines. It’s the stuff reality seems made of these days so I cherish 
		my summer escapes to Lake Joe. For two weeks, I am miles away from 
		skyscrapers and smog alerts. As soon as I arrive, I can feel the corset 
		of life’s obligations fall away.
		
		I revel in sun-drenched days of canoe trips, endless swimming and 
		outdoor picnics. Here, laughter and play flow, unchecked by the regiment 
		of age. Yesterday, my friends and I played tag through the woods, 
		spraying each other with paint-filled Super Soakers. Last night, we sang 
		bawdy camp songs till our throats got raw. Yes, my student loans will 
		take an eon to be repaid and I’m not covered by my parents’ medical 
		insurance anymore and someday I’d like to have a place of my own. But 
		right now, I am as carefree and content as the birds exchanging their 
		morning gossip.
(c) Kristy Kassie, 2006
Showing the emotions of characters in a story or in an essay involves your reader in what is written. It is better to show than tell. In the piece above, peace is shown in the quiet beauty of the setting.