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Wednesday, December 08, 2004
This story is about a night. It's about something that I want to remember and I wrote it down as well as I could so hey, it's my story, live with it.
I went swimming one day with my best friend Peter and his family. My brother came along too, which was awesome. We drove out in the woods in their family's Jeeps to a swimming hole only we know about that was surrounded with shale rocks and the national forest. We swam in the river, scrounged large hunks of the shale to take home for a walkway, and roasted weenies on a fire. The sun was warm, but there were clouds enough to keep us from burning. We had rock skipping Olympics, rock throwing Olympics, and I pulled an entire tree out of the ground with my bare hands for firewood. No joke. I felt strong, I felt good, I felt loved. It was a good day. Anyways, after a while of goofing around, tossing the little kids in the water, we cooked some weenies, drank some cokes, and ate watermelon. We swam a little more (I know, I know, you're supposed to wait 30 minutes, but we're irresponsible.) and then packed up all the rocks and headed for home. The ride home is really the memory that I want to write down here tonight, it made a perfect end to a wonderful day. On the ride home, we had a lot of big flat rocks in the back of the Jeep, not to mention Peter's little sister, so I had to sit up on the top of the seat and grip the crossbar, which was cool. This took me out of most of the conversation, so I just sat and enjoyed the ride. At first, I just closed my eyes and listened to the wind rushing in my ears, and that was great in itself. There I was with it's pressure on my face, the sound all around me, and I could imagine that I was flying. Then, though, I opened my ears a little farther, and also opened my eyes. Things got better. The first thing that I saw was the moon. That night, the moon was in it's cresent shape, and it was a light orange. I thought of the little logo from Dreamworks, where there is a little boy fishing off of the moon, and I could easily imagine that that yellow-orange moon was God's throne. The next thing that I noticed was the other sounds. There were two of them. One, the loudest besides the wind, was the sound of all the night creatures in the woods as we passed. It was as if, as we were driving towards them, all of the little things that chirp or croak were calling out to us in greeting, and as we passed, they just faded away, being replaced by new hails for attention up ahead. It made me feel in touch with the entire world, us driving along, God on His throne in the sky watching over us, the stars in the dark sky above, and all of the tiny things shouting with one voice around us. The other noise that I began to hear was the voices of my best friend and my brother talking about something. I couldn't make out what they were saying, but I didn't need to. They were happy, I could tell that by the tone, and by the sound of laughter that floated up to me from where I was sitting with my head above the Jeep canopy. I sat back, listening to the wind, watching the stars while the creatures of the night sang to me, with my Lord watching me from above, and the happy voices of the people I love most in this world floating up to me, and I was content. I wanted to tell someone about what I was feeling, I wanted someone to be there with me, so that I could show them how to listen. It was one of my best days, and that's the truth. I just wanted to write it down so that I could remember it, keep it. TimChose [
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