So while floating adrift in the water, and looking at my hands in the water, my morbid brain thought up a poem about drowning. So here it is for your creepy pleasure.
Till inky blackness steals the sun
The weight of all that is to be
Crashes down all over me
Till there is nothing but the cold
A quiet that breaks every mold
Nothingness is what remained
I am wide awake. The night is quiet. The only sounds are those of the crickets and other night creatures that make up the sounds of nature going on around me as I look at hundreds of stars. I look around the lake, the water is black glass. Calm and placid. Beautiful in its design. The trees surround me, I feel it the oxygen, the life, the colors that surround me. Everything here is alive and it vibrates around me. I feel it in my skin. Feel the vibrations inside my skin. The night life is its own music. Its a beautiful complex set of sounds. Earthy, natural, brilliant. Amazing.
I felt this way last night. I looked at the endless sky, I thought to myself, “this night could only be more perfect if I saw a firefly.” When I was kid, in my hometown at the fourth of July, we sat on the top of the hill, and we got ready to watch the fireworks. And as dusk hit there was a firefly, then another. Until there were twenty or thirty of them. It was in my eyes an endless see of amazing beauty. Tiny flashing lights. Not made by man, but instead made by God. Such wonder in my 12 year old eyes. I had never seen a firefly before then. So to me it was one of the most amazing things I had ever seen in my life. So last night I told myself that after such a perfect day it would only be more perfect if I could see a firefly. And as I walked back to my tent I looked and I couldn’t believe my eyes. A firefly. Such wonder. I followed it with my eyes till it was out of sight. Just grateful in that moment to have a 12 year olds childhood wish granted.