Otherwise known as, “Boy, that’s pretty, and by the way, what the hell has happened to me?”
The moon was high in the sky, lighting up my dinky backyard far better than the lone candle and bedroom windows could have. It was nearing midnight and I was in the yard in a swimsuit, rather than in bed in pajamas. What was I thinking? It wasn’t a weekend, and my alarm was set, as it always is during the week, for 5:25 am. Hell hour. I shudder just thinking about it. Every morning it’s the same. I’m sleeping peacefully when all of a sudden this happy little electronic chirping drills its way into my slumbering skull. It feels like I’ve been asleep for about three minutes when it happens, and I wish it would stop. Oh, how I wish it would stop.
Because of this hellish wake-up time, I am usually pretty beat by ten or ten thirty at night. Well, the full moon night was slightly different. Sure, I was tired, but I was also restless. I had some energy that needed to be spent, or I would toss and turn all night. I decided to take advantage of the warm evening and hit the pool. I changed, grabbed my towel, and headed out back.
It didn’t occur to me right away, but eventually I noticed that the night was really pretty. The moon’s glow lit the yard in a most flattering light, and I felt energized as I entered the water. It was glorious, not too hot, not too cold. At that moment the moon took over. Instead of my usual thirty minutes of water exercise, I decided to set a distance goal. My moon addled brain decided to do one hundred walking laps of the pool. Across and back, one. Across and back, two. I really started to get into a groove. I loved it. I was focused and working and had no trouble tracking my progress. With each footfall I mentally said the lap I was on. “Eighty-six, eighty-six, eighty-six, eighty-six…” Crazy? Maybe, but it kept me moving.
It took me a long time. Longer than thirty minutes. Funny thing, though, I loved it. Who was this late night full moon exerciser? I don’t know, but I’m hopeful that it won’t take another full moon until I meet her again.
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August 21, 2013 at 8:29 am
Very nicely written. The last line… “I don’t know, but I’m hopeful that it won’t take another full moon until I meet her again.” is awesome!
August 21, 2013 at 8:32 am
Thanks for the positive feedback, Vijay!
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August 22, 2013 at 6:17 am
how fun!!! What a great way to exercise. I take it bugs are not an issue in your area? I get eaten alive when I’m outside after dusk. Its sad!
August 22, 2013 at 1:58 pm
Very few bugs, but the scorpions will getcha!
August 24, 2013 at 8:26 am
I love the imagery here! I have a hot tub on my deck, but no pool. So when the moon calls to me at night, I’m not being as virtuous as you are! I just lie there; still sweet though!
September 2, 2013 at 6:33 pm
It sounds very relaxing. I would love to spend time in a hot tub, especially in the cooler months.
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