24 April, 2019

True Confession

True Confession

Okay, here it comes. Real dirt. On July 27, 2018, I stepped out on my Husband John. I feel no remorse or guilt.He had been warned, and even invited to join me for my heavenly encounter.

Fact is, I had hoped to make a "polite orgy" of things. Minus the debauchery, of course. The time had been prearranged, and because my date has such a structured calendar, could not be changed for my convenience.

Wanting to share in my ecstasy, the emotion not the drug, a mock invitation was run up the flagpole. To be held at Hamilton Gardens at Lake Chatuge, hot beverages, a nibble or two, and activities for a dark summer night were planned. The mock invite was nixed.

Though disappointed, I remained undaunted. Fifteen minutes before the appointed 2 a.m. tryst, I eased out of my bed as silently as possible and made my way to The Elixir of Life making machine.

Outside dew had fallen and the chairs on the deck were wet. A thick, folded towel took care of that. I lit a softly scented candle for the fragrance. No additional light was needed because the moon was at its radiant best. The stars often clustered around the moon, were timid and gave a wide berth. They seemed to sense that they shouldn't try to compete. With my hands wrapped around a mug of steaming coffee I spied him. Mars, my date, the fourth planet from the sun. His orbit path was swinging near Earth, something it does every 17 years or so. Named for the Roman god of war and sometimes called The Angry Red Planet, my visitor wasn't the least bit menacing. He was a charmer. His larger than stars size and his orange tinge won my heart.

What I had hoped to share with husband and friends turned out perfectly without them. I know I am not the only person in the world and am nothing special, but when Mars caught my gaze and held it, I was. He was there just for me. My date and I vowed to meet again in 2035. He'll be there for sure. I'll try my best.

The annual Perseid Meteor Shower (August 10 - 13, with the best days August 12 and 13) wll benefit from darker-than-usual sky, due to a tiny crescent moon. It should be prime shooting star viewing conditions. I'd love to share my stars with you. Of course it will be early, early morning, but The Big Sleep is coming soon enough.

John, I'll never leave you for a mere mortal (like there's a chance), but watch out for those kids of Zeus and Hera.


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