The Glow of the Moon

We are walking along the beach just talking, hands touching now and then as we walk along. its late evening and the sun will be setting soon. We want to find a spot not to far away from the pavillion that we can't hear the music softly in the distance. But far enough away that we can hear the other sounds here. The soft whisper of the waves at low tide. The wash of the sand as the water rolls back. The whisper of the sand under our feet. The sound of a gentle wind blowing in over the water. There is a swing at the edge of the dunes and we go there and sit. Soon the moon will rise out of the water and we wait in anticipation. It will be full tonight with not many clouds. There it comes just peeking out of the ocean. It makes a silver path toward us. Almost as if its rising just for us to see. Then as it gets higher the edge of the waves turn silver. The drops of water in the waves at the edge looks like diamonds cast out of the sea only to fall back. We sit there quietly in the swing snuggled close together. It is such a beautiful night that to speak loudly would spoil it. So we almost whisper as we sit ther absorbing the beauty of the night. Soon we start back and the brightness of the moon makes our shadow before us. Behind us are two sets of footprints fading back into the moonlit night. Ahead the sound of music gets louder and we stop for a slow dance in the moonlight. Then back to the pavillion!

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