I can't tell you all how many times,
early in the morning, I've heard those words.
Mr. C, whispering,
thinking he had heard me stir, and wondering,
"...is she awake yet???".
The other morning,
he whispered those words,
and I was awake to hear him.
Wanted to know if I wanted to head out to the edge of our little town,
out into the darkness,
to see if we could catch the last of the meteor shower.
He knows how much I love getting up,
in the wee hours of the day, to see such things.
And this was the first time in 25 years that
he was the one to ask me.
And so we did.
We dressed, carefully tiptoed out of the house, headed to the edge of town, parked underneath the star-filled sky and watched.
It was closer to dawn, and so we knew our chances would be few.
The peak time had already passed.
He spotted two, and just before I gave up, I spotted one...
it blazed from high in the sky, right toward the morning star,
and disappeared into the first glow of the morning sunrise.
SO spectacular!
Sunrise would be soon, why not stay and watch that?
And so we did.
As we sat there, in the chilly cab of the truck,
I could hear an old familiar sound.
He turned the key on, pressed the buttons
to allow the windows to roll down,
and there they were, wild coyotes on the run,
yipping, yapping and howling not too far away.
I'm not sure why, but I love hearing them.
Reminds me of the many times at the old house,
out in the middle of nowhere, where the wild things roam freely.
They do on the outskirts of our little town here,
where we live now, but...
we don't get to see or hear them as often anymore.
Seemed like it was taking forever for the sun to rise.
So we drove while we waited.
I've never really paid attention to how long of a time span there is
between first morning light, and the actual appearance
of just a tip of the glowing orb of the sun, on the horizon.
Finally...
it made it's grand entrance for the day,
right there over the harvested cotton fields.
We drove a little longer, enjoying our little, surprise escape,
early on a Sunday morning.
Just a little further down the road and we spotted a young buck
right before he headed back into the woods.
After this we headed to a spot along the river,
spotted a beaver swimming, and scared up a flock of wood ducks.
BUT, all I captured with the camera was this tangled mess of roots,
along the far bank of the river.
The beaver and ducks were much too quick for me.
We looked at our watches, realized we needed to head home,
especially since our tummies were calling for breakfast.
We stopped by the small grocery store, so that Mr. C
could pick up a couple of items for breakfast
and just before he got out of the truck
he mentioned the music they usually play in our local grocery store.
"I hope they aren't playing any of their strange music,
I always feel like I've stepped into the twilight zone...when I go in here."
We often feel that way when shopping in this store.
I'm not sure why, how or where they select their music from,
but we usually come out laughing because of the songs we hear
and the sights we see. Often times our grocery clerk gals are
doing "the twist" on a good day,
or the stock boys are singing in falsetto voices
along with Frankie Valli-
"She-e-e-er--ry ba-ya-by, Sherry baby!!!"
The music is so much a part of the atmosphere,
they want to be certain you get the full experience,
so they are kind enough to broadcast it out into the parking lot
for those of us waiting on our loved ones.
And they did not disappoint, our morning ended like this...
"I've got the rockin' pneumonia and the boogie woogie flu...!!!"
Mercy!
I'm so glad I wasn't sleeping,
I would have been severely disappointed
to have missed out on this
extremely memorable morning out with my guy.
ps-This may have been the first time he asked me to go watch
the meteor shower, but there have been other mornings
when he has asked me to join him outside
very early, just to stargaze.
The darkest part of night, is right before the dawn,
best time to see the stars at their best.
I do love my Mr. C!
