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Dancing In The Moonlight
4:30 AM, a supernatural delight.
As my life has ridden waves of change, there have been many instances when 4:30, my beloved friend, has comforted me. She is more than a fleeting moment even though she passes so quickly. She is my confidante. My beacon of peace. My sister through life.
I remember her when I was a teenager. She provided space, as she always has, for me to be free. She was cool, soothing. When she was around, we whispered to match the softness of her wind, careful not to disrupt what she was giving us, or others.
As a young adult, she morphed into meaning something else, though her presence remained constant. I was different. She still felt cool against my hot cheeks, flushed from the alcohol I’d consumed awaiting her arrival. We whispered, though loudly. We did our best, but those around us were not concerned with our voices. They also danced in her moonlight, shared her breeze, and felt her magic.
In heartache, I find her embracing me, as she always does even in my sleep. When my pain allows me to wake to join her, she’s careful not to give me too much hope or encourage my despair. We just sit, grateful for the passing of yesterday’s pain. Knowing the pain of today is coming but has yet to arrive. She is the in-between. The breath of air before being submerged underwater for an undetermined amount of time.