The water is black and menacing
The sail shifts in a slight breeze
Theirs noise everywhere
Voices of boys and girls
Some a drunken loud, others a hushed whisper
Theirs is a bustling of activity
People drinking
People smoking
People kissing
People not caring for the world
Just living the moment
The moment when everybody is together
Because afterwards they go their own way
They live their own life
They go back to what is right
To what is considered normal
And then they wait for the next weekend
Anticipating another round of bonding
With school in between
Education first?
Sure
But not without friends