I have become conditioned to look for the moon upon
awakening during the night. Sometimes my
reward is those liquid diamonds all over the ocean with the moon reigning just
above them all as far as the eye can see.
The difference of a few minutes can limit the span of shimmering to a
narrow triangle under a smaller moon, or no moonlight at all.
Rendezvous with Father tends to happen at 6
am…we have about twenty minutes before sunrise begins to fade the glory of the
night to make room for its own more colorful regalia.
Ely and I passed on the stairway…with the same Idea…the
beach for moonset! Magnificent and
simple. We glided down the stairs in
stealth mode and slipped onto the beach.
Together we walked, fascinated by the fading moon, children with a
treasure, sharing small intimacies as grown up friends do. A quick photo of our moon shadows…and sunrise
coffees back at the house.
Ery made an amazing red, yellow, green Christmas skillet egg
breakfast to accompany our morning ritual of fresh ground coffee/cream/quiet
time on the balcony as the tide came in for the morning.
(The coffee was always freshly made when I got up…never saw who made it. Kind of like Christmas morning when the gift givers are gone by the time the kids come down. I never made a single pot on this trip!)
El and Sarah went exploring in
the morning, discovering a path, as is their custom on tropical islands. They have accumulated an impressive array of Sand Dollars.
Dave and I accompanied them on bikes to the nature reserve on the remote end of the island…when you come out at the other end, the sea is calm and warmer than in other places. I stepped in and swam for a moment to cool off. It was a refreshment of the soul. We explored the reserve on foot for about 5 miles, and back to the house just in time for afternoon sports.
(The coffee was always freshly made when I got up…never saw who made it. Kind of like Christmas morning when the gift givers are gone by the time the kids come down. I never made a single pot on this trip!)
El and Sarah went exploring in
the morning, discovering a path, as is their custom on tropical islands. They have accumulated an impressive array of Sand Dollars. Dave and I accompanied them on bikes to the nature reserve on the remote end of the island…when you come out at the other end, the sea is calm and warmer than in other places. I stepped in and swam for a moment to cool off. It was a refreshment of the soul. We explored the reserve on foot for about 5 miles, and back to the house just in time for afternoon sports.
Dave and Josh decided to brave the ultra-cool temps of the sea with snorkel gear. Of course some of us were emboldened to go into the surf with them and just dance and swim for a few festive moments (Sarah and Elyssa are good surf companions)…Ery was inside getting well from an apparent after effect of the short flight the day before (earaches are never welcome), and Brad and Eliott were with her relaxing in our amazing island palace.
A delectable seafood meal at the Boathouse (Ery booked them early in the day due to the tendency for places to close randomly around 3:30 if there are not very many reasons to think they will need to stay open!) Fantastic seafood…AGAIN!
No movie tonight…we piled 6 deep into our new and zoomier golf cart replacement to get to the restaurant and back (El and Sarah took a turn accompanying on foot this time)…Six in a golf cart: a comical sight by anyone’s description.
Each couple then spent the rest of the evening packing and one by one we went to bed early…check out tomorrow morning. Sadness is beginning to surface for me…these four lovely long family evenings…puzzles, movies, karaoke (yeah…Ely’s gift to us)…our Charlie Brown Christmas tree, Ery’s table topics, Dog Whisperer episodes…all together in peace and contentment…my dream come true. I want to hold on to it all. The best way is to let go.…letting go.
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