She's sitting on the edge of the lake, in a dry spot. Her tea set is set out beside her, and she's holding one of the cups in her hands, sipping quietly.

In a rare moment of frivolity, she's taken off her stockings and her shoes (neatly folded and placed where they won't be dampened by the spray of water), dipping her feet in the lake.

It's peaceful here, and she watches the upside-down flowers sway gently, buffeted here and there by the waterfalls, admiring the rainbows formed from the falling water.