We stood waist deep in the lake and stared up at the stars. If we kept still, we could hear the sap bubble in the logs in the fire fifty feet away on the shore. Something brushed your leg and you screamed and took off running. Kicking against the darkness and the heavy water, wanting to be on solid ground, to escape.
I waded in after your wake settled, dragging my feet against the sand.
Later we stared at the flames and listened to the irregular clicks, as bats swooped in and out from the branches of the pine tree.