One night a couple weeks ago, after recording until we were exhausted, J & I drove to his house in our separate cars. It was midnight, and a bright, nearly-full moon was out, accompanied by many stars.
It was brisk, but not cold. As I gathered my purse and keys from my van, J opened the door and ushered me into the still night air.
"I'll be looking at the moon... but I'll be seeing... you... " the mellow tones from one of our favorite old classics streamed from his open jeep door. "Care to dance?" he asked me with a whimsical smile, twirling me around.
We slow-danced to the gentle tune in the middle of his quiet street, telling each other how much we love and appreciate each other. It was very sweet.
The lake shimmered under the soft starlight. The moon had run away, but that didn't matter to us anymore. It was a magical time. J's sweetness and authenticity brought tears to my eyes.
"Where did you come from?" I asked him, shaking my head at the wonder of it. J smiled down at me lovingly. It was our favorite part of a wonderful day.
