Jill came over for dinner last night, and after she left, David and I went to look at the just-past-full moon coming up through the trees, a peachy orange that reflected the huge ray of sunset light that was streaming up into the sky from where the sun set behind the trees on the horizon.
“Let’s go kayaking,” David said, so we did. Unlike the night before, it was a bit windy, and the moon cut a choppy path of light across the water slapping up against itself. We sat for a few minutes, just looking at the moon, the water, the reflections. Then the wind picked up and started pushing us, so we held our paddles across the two boats, one paddle face up to catch the wind on each side, and sailed back to the beach where we’d put in. I used my rudder to direct us and we glided home, moonlight kayak sailing. I’ve never done that before, and on a weeknight no less!