For the Second of the three scenes I went with a romantic feel:
(For those who don’t know Artown is a month long festival of art and music held annually in Reno)
We sat in the dark, curled around each other on a rock. Music from an Artown dress-rehearsal echoed in the background and I held her warm body in my arms, her head lying softly against my chest. It was almost perfect. The river ran alongside, announcing its presence with the soft splashing of water against stone, chiming like a momentary barrage of micro-sized tuning forks. Each wave echoed differently, singing or sighing against the wind, tracking every second. Even after the music faded, the water still sang its discordant tune, but we were too far gone to notice.