Sunday Night or Capturing a Moment

The humidity here is stifling.

Stepping outside, the thickness of the air is like an assault. You feel it in your throat and in your lungs. You skin quickly slickens with a combination of sweat and the water condensing on the cool skin. Breathing, even for those without asthma, is a chore. It’s icky out there folks.

I tried to be sociable tonite. I put on a big smile and I managed to talk the talk. But in the end, I was defeated by the weather conditions. My wheezing breath was quickly descending into a cough,.

I had gone to the Brickhouse in Dover to enjoy a little karaoke silliness with friends I had not seen in a while. But my patience was quickly disapearing as my breathing got worse. I sat on a couch doing a crossword puzzle with the beautiful Miss S, both of us having a tough time trying to enjoy ourselves. I tried hard to laugh along with the singers. My laugh ending in a wet wheeze.

I’m the one who gave up.

I’m the one who left.

Miss S gave me a long hug good night. She understood my pain.

I drove down to the beach, finding the one breeze I could always rely on. My breathing relaxed as I sat on the damp sand watching the low flying clouds drift past the full moon. The thick fog washed over me, leaving my clothes damp with it’s dew. Lying back, the sky was a dull blue/gray as the moons light diffused into the passing clouds. Somewhere, a fog horn warned off any ships brave enough to be in the Gulf of Maine on a night like this. Beware of the rocks! Stay away from the shore.

Lying there in the fogs embrace, I drifted into sleep, dreaming of her touch. Wishing there was more. Knowing there wasn’t. A moment of joy as fleeting as the passing fog.


11 responses to “Sunday Night or Capturing a Moment

  1. I agree with Girly, this is beautiful. How are you feeling now?

    Falling asleep on the sand always always always makes me feel better. Something about lying under the night sky, the cool breeze off the gulf, the crashing of the waves…something about that is magical and always lulls me to sleep. On a side note, I’m sure to people driving by seeing someone lying in the sand probably think “Oh dear lord, another homeless person shacking up on the beach”

  2. I’ve never been up to your neck of the woods. You often make it sound like a wonderland, but that humidity sounds brutal. Still I’d like to make my way up there some day. As for you, the time will come. I hope that cough and wheeze didn’t progress any further.

    Maybe I do romanticize the ocean a bit, but living so close to it my whole life, it’s a part of me. It has a grip on me and my heart.

  3. That is one magic moment, melancholy and nature collide.

    With summer coming to an end, moments like that will be few and far between…gets a little cold on the NH coastline during the winter months… πŸ™‚

  4. Those are often the best moments anyway, the ones spent alone with time to think near nature.

    I do my best thinking next to the ocean…

  5. ahhhhhhhhhh… llamas 😦

    I think perhaps you meant to comment on the next blog, but thatnks for stopping by!! Always happy to meet anopther llama appreciater (spelling?)

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