Manic Monday - Night

I am a person of the night...I become invigorated the later it becomes and have on more than one occasion, read a book through the night to completion.

Mysterious, cool, sometimes stormy, the night is sometimes who we are.

My emotions play havoc with me and I cry quite easily at the slightest thing. One night in particular will forever stay in my memory.

It was our first visit to Hawai'i and we were walking along the shoreline of the beach at Honolulu. The music from the hotels wafted out on the night, sweet Hawai'ian songs. The others stayed close to the water and I walked a few feet away from them and leaned back against a palm tree, listening to the hypnotic sounds of the Hawai'ian people...the full moon was shining on the ocean, lapping right at the shore. It was too much for my soul to drink in at once - the music, the moon, the night...tears came and ran down my cheeks only to be dried by the soft tradewinds.

Some may say that the night is a time to be fearful of what we cannot see. For me, the night became a gift of what I could see, taste, hear and smell. My heart will always be on that wonderful place on the beach, in Honolulu...

Enjoy Manic Monday and visit our host, Mo~