Literature
Love under the moonlight
The water is dark. Almost twilight. I cannot see a lot while swimming, but I can sense, if I am swimming too close to something. Svup, a fish brush me. Purposeful I continue swimming and up to the surface. Someone is waiting for me and I won’t for anything in the world let him wait.
With a twitch with my tail, I lift myself out of the water. Almost jumping with hope of being able to touch the smooth silver moon, and the dancing stars. However, what goes up must come down, and I do that with an elegant dive, to then quick reach the surface again. The moon is full and bright, and I am almost bathing in its light, while the stars looks li