Tonight I took a walk.
It was later than usual and the dark started closing in on me. I rounded a familiar corner and as I looked straight ahead, I saw an open gate to our local fairgrounds.
Why not, it beckoned me. It’s not getting any darker.
As I detest being a creature of habit, I willingly accepted this dare.
Venturing in, the moon illuminated a bright red merry-go-round.
The stage for tonight’s big show.
The path to the object was less than desirable, the melting snow and mud joining happily in this now double dog dare.
But I had no fear of either.
The little school girl who once played hopscotch with ease, maneuvered effortlessly through this course.
Finally reaching my destination, I looked at the object in front of me, I sat down on it.
No, this isn’t right.
I tried in vain to set the object in motion.
My legs pushing back and forth with hopes of dislodging enough of the white wet resistance to enjoy a short ride.
Ah, yes, now I understand. How could I forget, well, it has been many years after all.
Lay on your back, feet over the edge and just soak in the quiet.
I looked up past the tree branches to the moon lite sky.
“God, is that you?” I asked.
Of course, I knew the answer before it had spilled from my lips.
I laid there.
Enjoying that quiet.
There is a such a peace about absorbing nothing while He is with you.
No prayer was said.
No more words were spoken.
Just spending time with God on a merry-go-round.
I like simple.
I really do.