Late Night Swim
Underneath the vast expanse of the night sky, the stars shimmered like countless grains of sand, casting their ethereal glow upon the world below. As I stood on the riverbank, the darkness was gently enveloped by the radiant light of the silver moon, its beams cascading across the tranquil water's surface. The soft lapping of the waves created a rhythmic symphony that echoed in the stillness of the night, a soothing soundtrack to my restless anticipation.
Glancing at my wrist, I observed the slender timepiece that adorned it. Its hands silently marked the passing minutes, ticking away with a sense of urgency that mirrored my own racing heartbeat. She was late, only five minutes, yet those brief moments felt like an eternity as I waited, my eyes scanning the path that led to her house.