The night air is thick with humidity. Crickets and katydids orchestrate a summer ballad for my listening pleasure. The rumble of thunder off in a distance threatens my evening of peace and serenity. Water in the pool ripples as an invisible invader disturbs the tranquility of the glass like surface. Water as dark as the night sky under which it sits taunts me to the edge. Curious. Black ink beckons me to come and be enveloped in its warmth and security. I plunge into the abyss. Oh sweet Jesus. It is water. Refreshing to my parched skin. My relief.