A strange sort of breeze

It was a summer for falling in love. It was a breeze off the ocean in a land unimagined. You always imagine lands unimaginable. In dreams, day dreams and Friday midday naps. But they are usually like home when you imagine them. But not when you encounter them. They are like nothing you have ever imagined when you encounter them. And when you do, encounter them, you think why didn't I imagine this sooner, it is so unimaginable. And it dawns on me the reason this word has meaning.

But there was the breeze. The light and playful air. And a light on the water, as we slipped by. It was a light present. Unexpected. Gifted nonetheless. White light on silky black. and then gone.

as we slipped into the night.