Patiently you wait by the shimmering pond. The log makes an adequate chair, couching you for the night ahead. She’ll show up. The fireflies light your surroundings and provide companionship. She’ll show up. A chill runs through your body as the temperature drops, and your disposition falters as well. She promised. Memories and emotions typhoon into your brain as you gaze at the moon’s reflection in the still water. Suddenly, the sadness is gone, and there is only peace. Artificial warmth blankets your frame, and a swim starts to seem like the best, and only option.