Day 7: Moonlit Walks

Twelve years of marriage and I still love walking with my husband. Walks on winter nights under a bright moon are some of the best. Tonight we walked around the village, listened to the streams, watched the traffic travel on the highway high above the village. The air was just the right crisp. It's nice.

Here's what I wrote about one of our walks some years back when we lived by a lake in Texas.

Lakeside: 2AM

The rocks crunch
as we walk
Bull frogs serenade
Conversation flows
At 2 a.m.

The lake water
quietly waves
Two ducks quack
Katydids click
At 2 a.m.

The car tires
thump thump thump
across the
two-mile bridge
At 2 a.m.

The boaters laugh
Calling out
to each other
as they dock
At 2 a.m.

The cool, moist air
breezes by
providing Sound's
best travel
At 2 a.m.

Someone's music
sings quiet clearly
But they don't mind --
Just speak louder
At 2 a.m.

There's only few:
The reminiscing,
The quacking ducks,
The boating buds,
At 2 a.m.

Then there's us two --
walking, talking
laughing, kissing
plotting, planning
At 2 a.m.

The rest are all
well-behaved,
asleep, quiet --
They're missing out
At 2 a.m.

The breeze blows
across our bed
Lake waves now roll
The clock ticks

And we
consider sleep
At 3 a.m.