Summer Night Symphony

There was a heaviness in the air, like rain had just fallen.  I had my eyes closed as I took in the sounds of the crickets and frogs creating the symphony of summer nights as the leaves acted as instruments of the gentle wind.  The gurgling of the small stream ahead of us added a voice-like aspect to our melody.  We laid down together in the soft grass, and I rested my head on your chest.  The beating of your heart created a new dimension to the music playing all around us.

I looked up, and my breath stopped as I took in the view.  There were billions of stars lit up like torches and spread across the sky.  I could see the Milky Way, and I followed the dusting from horizon to horizon.  There must have been a firefly nest somewhere near us, because what seemed like millions of them flew up to circle our heads acting as personal stars.  They orbited us like we were colliding galaxies with a fate literally written in the stars.  We had our own summer symphony that night, and we didn't have to share it with anyone. 

Moment in Time

It was my escape; somewhere to go when I couldn't take it anymore.  When life was too much, it was my outlet, my haven.  My safe place when nowhere else was.  It was the place where I could abandon myself entirely and for the moment, one glorious moment, become someone else: someone who didn't have my problems, my worries, my cares.  I was able to let go of everything and give it all in that one moment, to be in the spotlight and not hold anything back.  There was magic on the old, worn stage that night; I swear it sparkled in the light.  I didn't matter if I was rejected, mocked, or accepted with open arms and warm hearts; I was there and willing - willing to give it all and hold nothing back.  That night, time stopped, and my heart could dance.

Always Wanted to be a Pirate

“Do you know I always wanted to be a pirate?” I told him one night after we had watched Pirates of the Caribbean.

“Really?” he asked incredulously, turning to look at me from his position on the couch.

“Yeah.  It was a childhood dream of mine…still is.  But that’s the thing about life…you never really get to live out your fantasies.  You can dream about sailing past world’s end, flying a blue box that’s bigger on the inside, living in Camelot with a knight in shining armor, walking through the doors of Narnia, playing quidditch with the twins, helping Frodo…but you can never really reach those stars.  There’s only one thing we can really hope for in life; that’s true love.  That’s all we have to look for.  But, then again, that might just be as good as sailing Freedom.”

After a thoughtful pause, he said, “I suppose you’re right.”

There was a smug smile on my face as I took a sip of my drink.  “Of course I am, darling.”