At the eleventh hour of the week’s end, she felt pressed to get her last set of cardio in, just under the wire.
The bright, waning moon illuminated the path before her. She darted across the seashell driveway and into the shadows of the giant, old oak tree and sprinted into the road to chase the beckoning moon.
She inhaled the brisk air into her lungs and, getting up to a good pace, was breathing hard by the time she got to the waterfront. This was not the first time today she’d lost her breath.
She felt more alive as she lost the rest of herself in the music on her iPod as she picked up her pace a bit more.
Thinking of a world of things and also of nothing in particular, the evening sea mist enveloped and tousled her mane which followed behind her as she ran.
She could see the bright moonlight reflected in the water, illuminating the depths. A chorus of frogs competed for her attention over the music.
How free she felt! Into and out of the shadows, into and out of the moonshine she ran.
Reaching the original goal as she experienced her second wind, she decided to double her distance and to indulge herself in a double dose of moonlight.
She ran past places she knew from old, places she ran before, places she weathered the Perfect Storms before, places which held good and not so good memories– but tonight, they were all good, basked in silvery moonlight.
Bad became good, evil became blessed. Ugly became beautiful. Sick became well. All pain melted away.
Along the waterfront she ran, at one with the elements, lost, totally lost in her spirit, strong legs carrying her farther and farther.
Reluctantly she doubled back at one point realizing she needed to go home.
But she wouldn’t, really. She went through the motions, but in her mind she ran…ran far away.
She ran to her shelter under the giant oak and mounted the gracious swing that invited all passers-by to pause and swing a spell.
Now heated, she shed her sweatshirt and hung it on the fencepost as she approached her other favorite escape.
Her shaped arms grasped the ropes as her legs pumped and brought the swing high into the shaped arms of the oak tree. It was by far the best way to cool down.
Lost on the swing anew, she sailed back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, back and forth…into oblivion.
Blissfully lost, more than ever. The evening sea air cooled her sweat and calmed her soul.
The moonlight penetrated through the sheltering branches of the oak tree and shined on her heart, which pounded in another dimension altogether.
God, thank You for blessings in darkness, for light in the shadows. Thank You for getting us from starting point to destination no matter the circumstances. And thanks for lighting our steps, one at a time, for our being able to trust You every step of the way.