It was her last night at the old gentlemen’s club before the proprietor would close the doors for good. She had just finished the last number of her last set, dancing in a half-empty room to the slow beats of one of her favourite songs. There was a mixture of certain kind of nostalgia, love, and emptiness inside of her as she sat alone in the dressing room. The other girls had gone but some slow jazz could still be heard playing in the public part of the club. Apparently, the last regulars wanted to empty the bar while it still was there. She looked at herself in the mirror and smiled at her reflection, knowing that an end is always also a beginning.
As she looked at the setting sun painting the surface of the sea with its shades of gold, she refused to believe that summer was over. After switching into her favourite bikini that she had gotten in the beginning of the summer, she tiptoed to the beach. The sand no longer had that pleasant burn to it and the screaming kids had abandoned the area. “Finally”, she thought to herself. Dipping her toes into the water made her close her eyes and breathe out a sigh. “Still warm…” she whispered to no one as she walked into the calm waves. The water caressed her body, hugging her with the loving summer feel, when she submerged slowly.