Adventure By The Sea: Aftermath

We drove home with sand in our shoes. I even had some in my hair.

While I sipped a cup of coffee and listened to a recording of the Renaissance music from the concert, my husband quietly and deftly maneuvered through evening traffic. At one point, I reached over and rested my hand on his shoulder.

I could swear that a current of energy flowed from him to me, and back. Neither of us said anything. We didn't need to.

What awaits us? We don't know. Uncertainty looms ahead of us like the slate gray blanket of storm clouds that covered the Carolina sky. We drove into cold rain and into the mountains and into winter again.

But we still have the memory of the sun.

Two days later, I was cleaning out my purse and found a travel guide. There hadn't been time to look at it before now. I opened the first page to find a birds-eye view of the harbor. I could see where we had walked. I could see the beautiful buildings. Next to it was a picture of the dancing fountains where we'd eaten our bagels and beside it was a photograph of my favorite house.

On the back of the guide was the scene of the ocean, some palm trees, and a moonboat -- hanging there like a ship ready to sail, waiting in the navy sky.

Oh, didn't I tell you? Both nights by the sea, as we stepped out onto the courtyard, the moon was like butter, a crescent lying on its side in a navy sky, just above a palm tree.

Waiting, just for us.

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