so at midnight, I walked down the dark path to the boat dock on the lake.
My need to be out in the dark, under the night sky, by the water,
replaced any of the fear I had.
With each step on that dock, my heart
grew more and more still.
Then I arrived. Me, in the middle of the chorus of frogs, out on the water.
I laid down to face the night sky.
the stars were everything I hoped they would be.
magnificent, brilliant, so bright where there was no light pollution.
I lay there, still, looking at the stars, not wanting to
venture into the thoughts that I went to think;
those thoughts were not full of wonder and amazement
like the night around me.
So I lay there, in the moment, looking at the stars.
I saw a shooting star, that drew a smile.
I let the stillness seep into my soul. As my eyes adjusted and I saw the lake, the plants growing out of it. My troubles, my decisions, everything, didn’t fit anymore.
The things of reality I needed to sort through, didn’t feel like they had any place
here in this place of beauty.
I decided that they needed to be pushed over the edge of my heart and mind, this time was going to be for wonder and amazement and getting lost in the culture of the night.
There needs to be those moments in life, where you get swallowed up by something. Not technology, or anyone, no go find something that you have no words for, no thoughts can form in light of it.
A moment that doesn’t have you bring a camera out to capture anything, or call a friend to let them no. Last night was that, my soul and thoughts were surrounded by the night and everything else, went away.
It was a beautiful, wonderful time.
and then I got eaten alive by bugs and came home.