The Moment I Knew-an exercise 9-30-06

The water gently laps among the reeds. Distant traffic murmurs like relatives talking in the next room. Doors open and laughter tinkles into the evening air. City noises are muted and add to the dreamlike quality of the moment. I miss the honks of the geese and the quacks of the ducks who are tucked away for the night. A train whistle blows in the distance. A small rowboat passes, its oars kissing the water. Life is settling down to rest and quiet is falling upon this miniature pocket of nature. Voices soften. I watch the darkness creep across the water like a thief in the night waiting to steal the moment. His words are tender and gentle as we speak of our experiences in this moment. The dampness of the earth combined with fresh mown grass triggers a deep longing within me. I yearn for this moment to last forever. The sound of love is in the air as our energies meet and merge into a gentler persuasion. He feels excitement and yearns to keep the spiritual connection that he feels to me. I feel a deep sense of serenity and contentment. As the water flows up the river, an occasional log bumps onto the shore before dislodging again and moving on. The patterns of noise begin to show up in the air. Sometimes the traffic leads and sometimes the lapping of the water leads, depending upon where I decide to punctuate. Periodically a sharp siren or the squeal of tires interrupts the quiet and serene murmurs of the evening.. Silence speaks volumes now. Hearing his voice in the stillness gives me a sense of safety and peace that I rarely experience these days. His voice is deep and powerful with a gentleness that commands respect on the one hand, and a sense of safety and security on the other. He reaches for my hand. I know. I know even before his lips touch mine, tentatively and gently, waiting for permission. I know.