A Taste

Nora stood on the deck of the lake house, her gaze fixed on the gradually ascending sun. As its warm light began to dissolve the remnants of night, she made a silent promise to herself to do the same with the darkness that had clouded her recent days. After all, every long and ominous night yielded to the soothing embrace of sunshine.

She felt a profound sense of relief that the person was almost caught, and she could only shake her head at herself. Slowly, she decided to enjoy this little time to herself. She felt that swimming might just become her new favorite pastime. It had felt great when she had gone swimming in the ocean that day, other than the time she had almost drowned that is.

With light steps, she walked down the deck and quickly got rid of her t-shirt and shorts. She'd carried an overall luggage back but no swimming costume. Looking around cautiously, she made sure that there was no one around and quickly walked into the water naked.