A Midsummer’s Night
It was midsummer. The night was hot and heavy with sighs. A breeze sighed down from the mountains and raised goose-bumps on his naked skin.
If he had the permission …
If wishes were horses …
She would be on the terrace now and dance with her hair flowing in the wind …
He sat alone in the shadows. Never had a night seemed longer! Never had a night stirred his blood like that!
But he knew he had to wait.
Many years would come and go, ere his midsummer would be complete, ere he could woo and wed the one he loved.