One Of Those Nights
I’m sure you know what I mean – one of those nights which just blends into the morning uninterrupted but for about an hour or so of sleep. Although I will undoubtedly feel the effects later today, I have to tell you – it was a great night. No epiphanies (admittedly rare for a Jewish person to experience, but occasionally I come up with something really good); my body continued to rebel against the stubborn heat, with more parts aching than I even knew I had; Sirs Arch & Theodore definitively won the battle for space on the couch, allowing me just enough room for them to sprawl on top of and/or and next to me. I know, I could nudge them aside, but I never do – I’m a ridiculous mom, even for furry, four-legged members of our family.
But here’s the coolest thing…When I walked the dogs at around 1:00 or so, I looked up at the sky. The stars seemed to be taking their places in the black expanse as if they knew where they were supposed to be. Everywhere I looked, they were popping out and appearing to move from one point to another, jockeying to make sure that they were in their rightful place. A starlit sky is breathtaking, one in which the stars seem to be waking up and assuming their nighttime positions is amazing. And it got better – the fireflies were out en masse as well. I was out there long enough to figure out that they don’t light arbitrarily. I think they’re playing ‘Marco Polo’. One yells ‘Marco’, while others flit through the sky before responding ‘Polo’. I have a hunch the game continued long after we went inside, though I was hypnotized by all of this activity for quite awhile. The night was resplendent with light and dancing and mischievous activity. I stood there grinning like an idiot, convinced I had just seen the most magical of sights.
So much for a sleepless night with vapid tv choices. The view from outside was so lively and magnificent, I would have stayed out all night. Would have of course, if the mosquitoes had been asleep.