The day was coming to an end, but we kept on swimming. The whole summer was coming to an end, really.
The pond had crossed over from blue to a black. Our mom started a bonfire and told us not to swim out too far. We could see the embers reflect and shimmer across the calm waters in front of us. But we could no longer see through the waters.
Next week, I would be entering high school.
Come out of the water, now, my mom said.
I wasn’t ready to leave.