As the women lay sleeping in their shelter, our taste for adventure grew as we bathed in moonlight
Though only one among us truly knew the way we all felt pulled in the right direction, moving surreptitiously down paths as not to disturb those who rested all around.
As we reached the clearing we gazed in awe at the pure white light casting long and narrow shadows across the sand
The light encompassed the gently rippling water, causing patches of glimmering shattered glass to dance across the lake
The air was fresh and cool with only a slight scent of forming dew
As we began to trek along the edge in search of the special place found earlier we all felt the need to remove our shirts, the light of the moon felt magical on our skin
The further we traveled across the edge above the shore the more beauty we could see out across the water as the moonlight danced
We finally stopped realizing we had long passed the place we had searched for, and stumbled across one far nicer
As we sat on the edge with our legs hanging down towards the shore we enjoyed the sounds of nothing, but water gently moving, and a distant cricket, on occasion interjected by a fish jumping and coming back down with a splash
I sat I though how our situation seemed like a scene from a movie, which people would remark snarkily on how no one ever enjoys a scene that perfect.
I first wished I had brought my camera but realized there are some moments which are best left not captured, only retold.
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