THAT Moment

It’s after 9 o clock on a windy June night. Family is camping, and I am outside by myself this late eve, listening to the surf in the distance (I am camping near Lake Michigan) and the wind through the trees, a bit of minor chord music floating through the breeze from my phone.

It’s one of moments that just find you. Catches you Unaware. Open. Impressionable. A moment you find yourself not wanting to give up.

Not yet.

I like to think of these moments as Cosmic Connections. Extended mental moments where everything is possible. You know … that confusing moment where your daydreams becomes real.

THOSE odd moments.

Listening to the waves on the lake takes me  back to Florida with my family in the spring. Flushes and flashes of wonderful memories and lots of love. These reflections flash back further memories of years gone by. Beaches or oceans or lakes filled with waves of new ideas, new inspirations, even new loves splashing up against the beach ….. over and over again.

I enjoy minor chord music, often finding it through haunting titles or dark academia playlists on YouTube. Listening to the minor chords softly dancing off the speaker makes me think of faeries or spirits or ghosts of those who hide back in the foggy past. Names that have long slipped my mind or those who haunt my dreams still, all play in my consciousness and my dreams.

And the trees. Staring at the outline above, I’m alone in my appreciation, my interpretation of the dark  green against the dusty blue. The view is amazing. nature in all its glory. A stencil created by powers unknown just for that moment.

A stencil created just for me.

Back in the camper, I’m relegated to the bottom bunk, to which I readily agree. I lay with my head facing the window I’m free to open. I am separate from the rest of my family, free to wander where I will, connected yet detached.

Kinda like dreaming.

A moment all by myself. A moment TO myself. More may come, but none like this. A moment singular in its clarity.

So I embrace the unknown, the strange and the cosmic. I let myself wander and wonder. Something curious around every corner. Just for me. 

What better place to start wandering than my lower bunk in the camper with the open window.

I hope you find time to connect one-on-one with the beauty around you. Moments are created just for you. And only you.

Listen. Watch. Participate.