As our boat drifted along the waters of the bayou, a drizzle started, transforming the bayou into a different yet breathtaking scene. The majestic cypress trees stood tall rising up from the waters. Veils of Spanish moss hung delicately from the branches of the cypress tree swaying gently to the whisper of rain and wind. Amidst these cypress trees grew little plants with their vibrant yellow flowers transforming the bayou into a magical place. There was an immense sense of tranquility with not a soul in sight. It felt like this enchanting places was ours to get our fill.