People always complain about how long the journey from yck to khatib is. But I love to lean against the glass pane in the train and gaze out at the reservoir.
When it's sunny, the waters pick up the rays and shimmer.
When it's evening, the sky takes on a purplish tinge, and the waters is a silky lavender. And in the horizon, you could hardly tell where one ends and the other begin.
But my favourite is when it's drizzling and the sky's grey, and the misty rain makes the waters look almost silver. Everything's so tranquil. The jetty stands forlorn, and the trees become a teal blur in the background.