Night Swimming

Running against the tide. Dancing with no shoes on. Head thrown back, arms wide. Spinning against a midnight moon. Lost in a sea of movement. These are the things dreams are made of. A broad smile. Feelings of overwhelming joy. Pure happiness just to be. There. No worries. No cares. No tomorrow. No yesterday. Paradise found. If joy were an equalizer, we had reached optimum clarity. Water underfoot. Stars overhead. Bodies, shoulder to shoulder. A turn around the dance floor, the night sky places a hand on the small of your back. An enigma no longer. And off you go.