A full moon is on the rise. Or at least it looks that way through my eyes... and the giant Box Elder which fractures its view. Tonight's air has a flirty breeze that causes my hair to tickle my neck and feel like bugs demanding to find my ears.
While enjoying this lamb type evening on the porch, I easily heard wind rustling barren tree branches, and a confident man bellowing words about nakedness and birthday suits the closer he inched towards me. I was wishing I had a spotlight to enhance his concert type performance. Instead I sat secretively in the dark, listening.
People inspire me. I like to imagine the comforts of being confident enough to walk down a dark street singing my guts out. Might have to add that to my bucket list.
Weather men say the lion is making his return in the form of snow tomorrow. I'll hold off turning the ski pulk back into the bike trailer, but I'm starting to itch for a good long ride. A GOOD LONG ride, did I mention that? Mr. Recumbent Bike at work takes me miles and makes me sweat- if I push myself, but does nothing for my thrill of getting from point A to point B with wind in my hair. NOTHING!
I'll take what I can get. Sort of like this beautiful night before the storm, a private serenade I was hardly expecting, and a frozen tush from this concrete.
Night.
That was deep girl - LOL!
ReplyDeleteI am with you though - I am ready to feel the wind in my hair and not a cold harsh wind that comes before snowflakes!!
Have a Happy Easter!