Clothes soaked, hair flinging water droplets, they stomp up to the shore
With every passing second more and more goose bumps crowded onto her skin
Laughter and water fights burst in to the summer night air
Like the popping of bubble gum, loudly and messy she came up for air
Under there the world was murky, yet serene. Small, yet alive
Masking her rationality and embracing her foolish bravery, she plunged
She stood there contemplating when the other girls cheered her on or called her chicken
She watched as the girls ahead of her swam, only heads showing, with their clothes hugging their frames
One by one they dunked their smiles beneath and came up spurting for the others to do the same
Running awkwardly and giggling at their own spontaneity they charged into the mildly rough sea
The girls shared a common sneaky glance and the decision was made without a word
She dipped a toe, then up to her ankle and called back to the others that it was warm
Sun setting, towels and swimsuits too far up at the house. This was too perfect of a moment to not live in.
Inspired by NaPoWriMo’s 28 prompt of writing a story backwards in a poem. Last day of NaPoWriMo! This year with no challenge!