Fighting with the Night
It was 7:15 when I finally pulled into her driveway and I was late. When I walked inside to pick her up I was reluctant to find that she still wasn’t ready, typical. I sat and talked with her parents for a while, but I couldn’t tell you one thing that they said. I could only hear her stumbling around upstairs trying to straighten that last stray hair. After about five minutes of chatting with her parents she finally came down stairs. She looked beautiful. Everything about her was perfect and I was taking her on a date.
We said goodbye to her parents and then walked outside to get into my car. The car ride was full of lively conversation and the occasional awkward moment of silence, but those moments felt like forever. I took her to a smoothie place and we both ordered food, but when I told the man at the cash register that I wanted our meals to go she looked at me with a puzzled face. She never did ask why, but I just smiled at her and sat down to wait for our food. When the cashier called out that our order was ready I jumped up and grabbed our food and headed out the door because I knew that it was getting close to sunset. We got back in the car and she asked where we were going, but I explained that it was a surprise and that we would be there soon. We were headed to the beach to watch the sunset, but as I was driving I realized I was too late and my mood immediately deflated.
By the time we reached the beach the sun had already retreated and the moon had taken its place. It was chilly outside and there was a constant cold wind that felt like a hand trying to push us off of the beach. The sand was freezing and every step was worse than the next. I knew that this night was not going to be how I imagined, but I continued on with my plan and set out a big sheet for us to sit on. We ate our average tasting, overpriced food and attempted to bear the unhappy wind. When we finished eating I went to throw away our trash and left her with a blanket. When I came back she was bundled up in it and I could tell she was miserable. I lain down beside her and sighed because I knew that this night was a failure. All of the sudden the wind stopped, the waves calmed down and the moon came out from behind the clouds; it lit up the whole beach. The shells glistened on the shoreline and I could see crabs dancing all around us. The now smaller waves crashed on the beach in a way that sounded like a melody. Everything was perfect. I look to my side and see that she is no longer shivering under the blanket, but is lying right next to me. We both look up and gaze at the stars who are dancing in the sky to the melody of the waves. I realized that even though I had to battle with the night it repaid me with a night I will never forget.
It was 7:15 when I finally pulled into her driveway and I was late. When I walked inside to pick her up I was reluctant to find that she still wasn’t ready, typical. I sat and talked with her parents for a while, but I couldn’t tell you one thing that they said. I could only hear her stumbling around upstairs trying to straighten that last stray hair. After about five minutes of chatting with her parents she finally came down stairs. She looked beautiful. Everything about her was perfect and I was taking her on a date.
We said goodbye to her parents and then walked outside to get into my car. The car ride was full of lively conversation and the occasional awkward moment of silence, but those moments felt like forever. I took her to a smoothie place and we both ordered food, but when I told the man at the cash register that I wanted our meals to go she looked at me with a puzzled face. She never did ask why, but I just smiled at her and sat down to wait for our food. When the cashier called out that our order was ready I jumped up and grabbed our food and headed out the door because I knew that it was getting close to sunset. We got back in the car and she asked where we were going, but I explained that it was a surprise and that we would be there soon. We were headed to the beach to watch the sunset, but as I was driving I realized I was too late and my mood immediately deflated.
By the time we reached the beach the sun had already retreated and the moon had taken its place. It was chilly outside and there was a constant cold wind that felt like a hand trying to push us off of the beach. The sand was freezing and every step was worse than the next. I knew that this night was not going to be how I imagined, but I continued on with my plan and set out a big sheet for us to sit on. We ate our average tasting, overpriced food and attempted to bear the unhappy wind. When we finished eating I went to throw away our trash and left her with a blanket. When I came back she was bundled up in it and I could tell she was miserable. I lain down beside her and sighed because I knew that this night was a failure. All of the sudden the wind stopped, the waves calmed down and the moon came out from behind the clouds; it lit up the whole beach. The shells glistened on the shoreline and I could see crabs dancing all around us. The now smaller waves crashed on the beach in a way that sounded like a melody. Everything was perfect. I look to my side and see that she is no longer shivering under the blanket, but is lying right next to me. We both look up and gaze at the stars who are dancing in the sky to the melody of the waves. I realized that even though I had to battle with the night it repaid me with a night I will never forget.