My dream date with my sweetheart would begin with a barefoot walk across a barely submerged platform that spans a mountain lake, at sunset. It would be like walking on water. The dying light would dapple the gentle waves in hues of pink and gold around our feet. In the centre of the lake, the platform would join a wooden staircase that rose up out of the water. On top of the staircase would be another platform on stilts, with a log cabin to one side and an observatory to the other. Luxurious seating would be scattered about, and a table would be set for two, with candle lanterns and the emerging moon and stars to illuminate. An old gramophone would play slow waltzes that could be heard on the approach to the staircase, and that would continue long into the night as the mood progressed from fine dining to dancing and then sweet lovemaking, atop of furs, but otherwise naked under the moon's gaze, as the water caressed the platform's base with rhythmic waves. We would stay up for hours talking, kissing, stargazing, smoking sweetleaf and drinking decadent cocktails, before drifting off to a perfect, contented sleep. The sunrise and distant dawn chorus would rouse us from our slumber, and after a delicious breakfast from the cabin's well stocked pantry, we would make our way back to shore hand in hand.