The Moon in the Water

For Marian’s prompt at Real Toads today – “and you and I” is the prompt.

The Moon in the Water
A hot august night –
We’re sitting on the rocks by the creek.
here in this spot the creek has wandered
and just before plunging over the branches
And rocks and such
the water has pooled into a small pond
about eight feet wide and two feet deep.
Pebbles and rocks and sand
form our own private beach.
Except for the night visitors –
We are alone.
We are silent and so still a raccoon
comes up and drinks and then starts
and waddles away when he sees us.
We quietly laugh and agree
“He’ll be back” said ala Ahhhnold.
The moon flutters on the surface
of the pool – pure white on pure black.
I put my feet into the water and the moon
ripples even more, as it were laughing.
You put your arm around my shoulder
and I reach into my small shoulder bag
and give us another spray of insect repellant.
The cicadas whir and click,
an owl hoots.
A soft flutter of wings as it drifts overhead
and a soft rustling as it lands on a branch.
You and me and the moon in the night sky
and the moon in the water
and the owl in tree
and the night creatures –
Oh yes, and the neighbor’s dog
that followed us down the hill.

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Throwback Tuesday – a little more romance

Last night, my husband and I were listening to a radio station that plays hits of the 80’s and 90’s. I was ironing clothes and he was washing dishes. Nice, dull domesticity. Then, on the radio began yet another one of Rick Astley’s wonderful danceable songs. I started shaking my hips and I heard my guy drying his hands. In a breath, he grabbed and pulled me to him and we began to dance. He smiled down at me, “Remember the first time we danced to this?” I grinned and said, “oh my yes!”. And we danced ourselves into a sweat.

Years ago, at the wedding reception of one his numerous cousins, we were sitting at a table and watching the bride and groom gyrate and several guests twisting, jumping, clogging, whatever it was…this song came on, an oldie the DJ had thrown into the mix in an effort to get more people on the dance floor and a song with a definite beat that anyone could follow. It was Rick Astley’s “Never Gonna Give You Up”. Inside, I cringed. This song had had a lot of meaning to me when it came out in 1987 but now it just meant memories and heartache.

My husband and I had been dating several months and felt a definite connection along with our many similar interests: odd bits of Trivia, Star Trek, Civil War history, mathematics, good food, and dancing. It never ceased to amaze me, considering how clumsy he was at some things, how well he could dance and how good he was in martial arts. We enjoyed each other’s company but me holding back, afraid of another massive heartbreak. He sensed it but never pried.

So, that song came one and he took my hand and said, “let’s dance”. I shook my head. “It’s a good one. Let’s show these folks how it’s done”. Reluctantly I stood up and we stepped out on the small floor. In about a minute, we had people standing up, watching, clapping in time. At one point, he pulled me close and sang in my ear:
Never gonna give you up
Never gonna let you down
Never gonna run around and desert you
Never gonna make you cry
Never gonna say goodbye
Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you…

I gave him a little push and said, Don’t. Don’t sing, just dance. He looked down at me and before I knew it, he had dipped me down in a graceful  Latin tango dip. Close to my lips he whispered, “That was him. That was then. This is me. This is now”. I looked up into his sweet blue eyes and thought of another pair of eyes – brown, almond shaped, who had left a few years earlier. I closed my eyes and my love came closer and kissed me. This sweet man, 10 years younger and a private romantic had laid it out for me. He pulled me back up into his arms and we did one last swirl. The music ended. We stood looking at each other and his relatives all cheered and clapped. We then went back to our table to sit. Several cousins came by and said, We didn’t know he even knew how to dance! I thought, there is a lot you don’t know about this quiet, serious man. I thought, there is a lot I don’t know.

A couple of months later, he used another Rick Astley song to propose to me. And it is true, when he sang those words, he meant them. So…..If you haven’t had a dance with the love of your life lately, or sang them a love song, or grabbed them and kissed them as if it was your second date, then do it. And hey, let’s dance!

Throwback Thursday and Today in Romantic History

This morning as my husband went to work, he turned and said, “Do you know what today is?” I looked at him. I knew it wasn’t his birthday or our wedding anniversary. He started laughing and said, “Yep, that’s my romantic girl. Go over to your computer, after I leave” and out the door he went.  So I did. Queued up was the music video at the end of this post. Today, 15 years ago, he asked me to marry him. We had been dating a few months and after a slippery beginning (I forgot I had a lunch date with him and stood him up!), we had been doing well.

We found ourselves remarkably compatible, even though we were so very different and I had not allowed myself to feel for anyone in years, since the love of my life went back to his native Japan. Somehow, this shy, awkward, geeky, and intelligent accountant had managed to pull the stones from around my heart.

He asked me to go with him to try for his black belt in tae kwan do. I had been to some sessions with him before and had watched him spar. He did not fight like an accountant and for someone who had two left feet when it came to dancing, he was really good.

I went with him. He got his black belt (woo hoo!). We went out to lunch and after we were through, he asked me to go with him to his parents’ home. They were out of town and he had promised to check on the house for them. We did a walk through and when we were in the family room, he suddenly became very quiet. He started twitching. Then he said, “I need you to sit down here” and he sat me down in his grandmother’s rocker. My heart sank. I thought to myself, “He’s a nice guy and he is going to break up with me.  He doesn’t want to see me anymore and he is going to be nice about it.” I was surprised at myself that I actually cared about this.

“Now, just look over me, okay? I’m not very good but I have been working on this for a month”, and he went over to the piano, and played a couple of chords and began to sing. A good voice but a lousy piano player, however, knowing how much I like Rick Astley, he plunked some chords and began to sing, starting with the chorus first:

Together forever and never to part,
Together forever we two …

Logical, pragmatic, stone hearted me – melted. And when he was through, he came and on bended knee, asked me to marry him and then placed his grandmother’s engagement ring on my finger. Obviously I said “yes”.

I am still the logical one and he is still the full tilt romantic one. But today, I’m going to dance around my kitchen to this song. And when he gets home, I am going to take out my violin and play for him, “When I fall in love”.

I hope you all have a date in your romantic history that you remember as if you were there again. I hope it is a happy memory.

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