I'm walking slowly down the path that I've known for many years.
This route to the dock is very much like an old friend to me.
It's heard my laughter during the best of times and has felt the wetness of my tears during my worst heart aches.
The sun is going down and remains just below the tree tops now.
The glowing in the sky fills me with joy as I remember that wonderful beacon of light from earlier days.
The ground is cool.
The night is slowly coming to life.
I look toward the sky and see the orange embers and violet lilies consuming the heavens.
As I make my way to the dock the breeze slowly caresses my skin.
It's almost as if nature recognizes my presence and is welcoming me back home.
I step onto the dock and hear the creaks of the boards beneath my feet.
The dock is speaking to me as I move further along with each motion passed each plank.
It tells me stories of lovers and friends that have taken those exact steps over the years.
It speaks to me, as if it were greeting an old friend many years later.
I sit at the edge and find myself melting into my surroundings.
Slowly I sink into the calm reality of the watery haven...
Losing all tension from the tip of my toes to the top of my head.
I look out onto the motionless water and admire the beauty around me.
Leisurely I place my feet into the comfortingly glacial water.
I stretch my toes apart in the relaxing waters.
Making egg beater like motions with my legs, I recall the happiest days of my life...spent on this very dock.
I tenderly kick my feet and giggle because of the tickle on the surface of my warm skin.
Taking my sweater off I feel the chill of the night move in over the lagoon that I've made my santuary.
I place my hands behind me and lean back looking at the houses surrounding me.
The lights begin to illuminate my paradise and create an entrancing mood.
Every night I come here.
And every night I'm a part of the magic.
Fireflies dance around my head and fly up into the sky.
They become a part of the sparkling ceiling and twinkle just enough to light up the night.
The moon gleams over the water as it rises from behind the canopy of the trees.
In that moment, I am motionless...
In awe of the radiance lighting up my face.
The music of the crickets, the breeze whistling over the water, and the buzzing ceiling lights are accompanied by the rustling of the leaves.
My harmonious sympohny touches the very core of my being.
I close my eyes and give in, to the song.
Tears fall down my face and onto the dock.
My old friend soaks up each drop as if saving yet another memory of mine.
I open my eyes and rise slowly.
Standing at the edge of my old friend, I utter "Goodbye" in a whispering voice.
The trees rustle and the leaves fly across the water, as if waving "Adieu" in response.
I make my way back down the familiar path away from the magic.
Humming a happy tune on my way, I turn one last time to glance over the water.
The reflection of the moon shines on bright as the symphony comes to a stop.
I continue on my way extending my arms upward toward the heaven and letting my head fall back.
At one with nature.
In love with this sacred place.
There is no truly expressing my connection with this dock or lagoon.
But it is very much a part of me and every night I become whole...
To the song of my old friend.