On the Water's Edge

The sky threatened to bring rain; the billowing clouds turning a soft pink from the reflection of the setting sun. Despite the looming threat we left the house – wanting to get away, even for a few minutes and just be together.

The plan was simple.  Indulge in a summer specialty, a chocolate and vanilla swirl ice cream cone and head to the beach to watch the quickly diminishing sun set; hopefully before the skies opened up.

Cones in hand, the rain drops began falling.

Despite the turn in weather we went to the beach anyway.  We pressed close to one another as dusk fell across the land while the last of the sun’s light cast an other worldly glow across the water. We stood there as the rain came down watching the vanishing light and held each other close as nature’s gentle shower washed over us.

In the distance a deep and resonate rumble pulled us from our moment and both our heads turned toward the sound – somewhere along the water’s edge a firework exploded into the night sky.  And then another and another.  Somehow we managed to stumble into the delayed Fourth of July display from Lakewood.

 

What began as a study break, quickly turned into one of those moments that rewards spontaneity; an unforgettable moment of randomness, orchestrated by chaos – rain, the setting sun, fireworks – all unplanned, leading to an almost Hollywood like moment when two people danced on the water’s edge in the rain to the rhythmic pulse of fireworks.