Colorful trees sprouted from the sand near the mock Nile, overcrowding the reeds dotting the river’s edge.
Heila giggled, flicking her cigarette at the sand. “And a little waterfall with a clear pool at the end!”
A cliff jutted from the sand, redirecting the flow of the river into a serene pit of clear water. She walked to the edge, her eyes glinting with anticipation.
“Is it deep enough to jump from here, Arman?”
I grinned and grabbed her hand. “It can be.”
With a quick leap, I pulled us over the ledge into a freefall toward the waters below. We eased into the pool, as if the liquid were a weightless atmosphere; there was no collision or impact. The waters wove between us, like fine silk, before we floated to the surface in unison.
“I wish I could just live here,” I sighed, with a g
