Silent Music on the Water
No sea turtles this night, but we finally made it to the beach to see the full moon over the water. The waves were small but the tide was out so the water had a long, smooth crawl up the sand after the wave broke.
I'm not big on "romantic." That's not why I like it there. It's just the beauty. Free of the distractions of money, politics, worries about family and grudges and death. There's only the here and the now. Only the pulse of ocean and the glow of the moon and the silent music dancing on the water.
To me, the concept of peace includes silence and thoughtfulness or sometimes thoughtlessness. For as much as Dave likes serene nature experiences, he just can't seem to stop talking. Snapping his gum. Swinging his flashlight by its strap. He just doesn't get it. I heard about causes of crime, the state of the economy, something to do with dogs, how awful children can be and more of that infernal gum snapping. I finally had to say something...I always hate to say it, because he gets hurt. But what's worse, that or getting so thoroughly annoyed that I couldn't relax? He surprised me. Spit out his gum and tried to bite his tongue a little more.
And my imagination was finally free, for even a few minutes. I sometimes like to imagine I'm Vala Maldoran. I'm trying to find her voice for a fic I'm working on. And I want to know what her reaction would be to moonlight at the beach. Does natural beauty affect her at all? I want to believe that she is discovering a whole new world of wonders now that she has found the safety of a family and a home. I want to know who she is becoming.
(Photo not mine: Rod Trider)