Whisk into the night with the full moon flaunting its cool light. The wind was subtle, not a leaf shimmered or rustled. No ringlets or ripples disturbed the waters, at least not until excited feet trampled through the mossy grass and hardened sands!
Where night was once tranquil and transparent, its atmosphere burgeoned with passion and life! Ah! a girl shrieked as Autumn’s chill nipped at her barren limbs. It’s cold! In the meantime, boys and girls worked together to set up a fire. Some gathered wood and another would ignite it with his power. Embers shimmered – practically growling – as smoke danced to the starry sky.
It was a signal that the party had started.
About twenty minutes after its start, an achromatic youth – void of much colour – ducked his way through a maze of twigs and branches and logs and rocks till he, too, found his way out by the loch. By this time, there a few who were sitting around the fire atop of strategically placed logs whilst others splashed and giggled and flirted within the lake’s embrace. At first this one was wary, but the glinting bottles in his peers’ hands suggested that there may be nothing to worry… So he sat next to another boy who was practically contrast: smooth black hair that reflected both the warmth of the fire and the chill of nighttime.
At first there was nothing to say. This one simply rested his elbows atop his knees whilst twiddling his thumbs and staring at the flickering fire. At last, his voice murmured a casual greeting: “I didn’t expect you to be here.†After all, water was near.
Where night was once tranquil and transparent, its atmosphere burgeoned with passion and life! Ah! a girl shrieked as Autumn’s chill nipped at her barren limbs. It’s cold! In the meantime, boys and girls worked together to set up a fire. Some gathered wood and another would ignite it with his power. Embers shimmered – practically growling – as smoke danced to the starry sky.
It was a signal that the party had started.
About twenty minutes after its start, an achromatic youth – void of much colour – ducked his way through a maze of twigs and branches and logs and rocks till he, too, found his way out by the loch. By this time, there a few who were sitting around the fire atop of strategically placed logs whilst others splashed and giggled and flirted within the lake’s embrace. At first this one was wary, but the glinting bottles in his peers’ hands suggested that there may be nothing to worry… So he sat next to another boy who was practically contrast: smooth black hair that reflected both the warmth of the fire and the chill of nighttime.
At first there was nothing to say. This one simply rested his elbows atop his knees whilst twiddling his thumbs and staring at the flickering fire. At last, his voice murmured a casual greeting: “I didn’t expect you to be here.†After all, water was near.
