The heat of the logs lit into sparks on the wood as you cracked to rocks together. Before long we had a roaring fire as you prepared the tarp into a lean-to tent.

The night sky was black a pitch and the stars shown like diamonds. The campfire smoke obscuring Orion like a wedding veil.

As the night grew long we listened to nature’s chorus and the cicadas long droning on as if the night were endless. Some things are endless I suppose. At least that’s what we felt on that night like our love was endless.

We had forgotten a blanket. Haha, totally think that was planned… Anyway, we cuddled down together beside the heat of that flickering fire. And talked about our lives and childhoods for hours it seemed. So different yet so similar.

Then you surprised me with Bedouin tea that you made over the fire in a metal pot we’d bought at the thrift store. You had purchased all the ingredients. Within minutes wafts of smoky cinnamon, hot cardamon and anise floated up and covered me. we had picked out funny mugs at the thrift store too! I had opted for a mason jar. I guess the tea was good and hot like its preparer…

The moon reflecting over the lake sparkled enchantingly. Reflecting the moon as if it knew its every curve.

A beautiful reflection of life.

I believe that such as the water knows the moon so do we humans choose who we know as our moon.

 

 

Now I sit in the window regaining my health after surgery gazing longingly at the moon.

                            Hoping, wishing for your safety and your sweet return with me under the moon and the stars that give me hope.