It was a peculiar sort of pink.
The sort that's grey and pale and blue, reflecting a sun that's dozing on the job.
Not quite twilight.
Too alive to be dusk.
A wisp in the air.
And the water.
The water was glass. Agloss.
There was a freshness in the air, waiting for me.
Like the moment just before
a new kiss, pressing forward, eyes closed.
I was enchanted by this night and its smell of hickory and summertime and I would remember it forever, never quite finidng the word to capture its magic.
And now, as then, I am in my favorites floating on the water, beneath the stars and sparkles, remembering that night.