Yet amidst all the distraction I had a story that I needed to tell. It felt only right. My fingers were yearning to be above keys, typing away at words that I needed to flow so effortlessly, Yet they aren't effortless today which is making me frustrated and close to powering down every word document on this thing.
But I have to write today.
I can feel it.
I can feel the words and they are beautiful and need to be typed down so they don't overwhelm me later on.
Last night was one I will forever think back to. We only get a couple of those in a lifetime. Those evenings that start so unassuming yet turn so magical. For obvious reasons you can assume I'm merely relating my evening watching the blood moon, that caused much hype around the world.
Yet it goes much farther.
I wasn't as excited as I probably should have been. Many have anticipated the glory, even perhaps the aftermath of such a sight. Yet I barely gave it any thought. Perhaps I had other things on my mind, perhaps I didn't want to join the bandwagon out of spite. Whatever the reason, I didn't care.
It was the moon, how could the moon improve?
Something in me changed, though,
As the evening went on, I found myself yearning for an adventure. I get this way on occasion. This overwhelming urge to run away, start over, do something, anything that I've never done before, maybe will never do ever again, so I can feel alive.
It started as a simple evening. A friend of mine invited me over to watch a movie, and do what we usually do- nothing. And it is always such a refreshing time. Yet this particular evening I was feeling the urge to run. Mia decided to join me.
So we ran. And it was everything I needed it to be.
As we dove into my little car we took off on our trip to the moon.
And it was glorious.
As we drove away, which felt very far, I felt myself feeling invigorated.
The lyrics to M83's "My Tears Are Becoming a Sea" was playing as we ran. It made me drive faster.
We found ourselves minutes later in a dark parking lot, sitting in the grass, contently silent. The only sounds we heard, were the passing cars. Each one on its own journey, and each one with another story. I found myself writing them in my head. The grey prius was heading home to a homecooked meal, and the red Saturn was on a search for ice cream for their loving wife.
We didn't break the silence for a centuries. It was a happy silence. It was a comforting silence that didn't need to be fixed with meaningless chatter. So instead of meaningless chatter, we filled it with meaningful stories and comforting words.
I realized in that moment that when I felt the urge to run away, I should always take someone with me. A silent partner that wouldn't mind listening to depressing songs that make me sob, and the rambling that sometimes racks my voice with episodes of fairy tales and strange dreams.
So as Mia and I stared at the moon that was growing ever more red and we looked up at the stars that shined even more bright, I smiled. Which turned to a giggle. Which then turned to full blown laughing.
I knew it was due to my running on exhaustion and only one meal, yet it felt so good.
Mia didn't question it, and joined in with as much fervor as I.
It was unplanned, this happiness, and it was surprising. Yet it sure was something I won't forget.
Who knew I could actually pull out all these words. I never know what will come of my sitting down at the keyboard. Yet I suppose this will have to do.
Oh, and if you want to see the moon or you're expecting a National Geographic worthy shot please just visit National Geographic. iPhone, you're better than this...
