July 5, 2014

Chasing Dreams: Stepping Off the Porch

Mere hours after my post last Friday, our house sold.  It had been on the market a single day.


Not only that, but the buyer wanted to close in three weeks.

Double wow.

So, instead of getting a couple weeks off to relax and goof off at parks and such during showings, we had to dive right into moving out.  Not that I'm complaining.  The sooner we close, the sooner we start building.

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I keep forgetting how difficult it can be to box up our entire life.  Especially since most of our things will be in storage while we build.  What can we do without for the next six months?  Do we really need that dresser?  How about the winter clothes?

We also tend to move over holidays.  And this time was no different.  Instead of going to the parade and checking out the festivities, we began moving.  On one of the hottest days of the year.

I know, we're brilliant.  Okay, not so much.  But it had to be done.

After a scorching day of loading boxes and unloading boxes, setting up shelves and trying to organize the storage unit, and eating out every meal, I was burnt out.  Our original plans of going to see the fireworks were tossed and we opted to stay home and get some much needed rest.

Once my boys were in bed - an easy task since they were as tired as we were - I indulged in a long, hot bath in my jetted tub.  The sound of the jets drowned out all other sound and I was able to escape into a good book for an hour.

I so needed that.

After my muscles had achieved the consistency of Jello and my brain was mush, I turned off the jets, drained the tub, and got out.


"Oh, great," I thought bitterly.  "They've started.  Hope they don't wake the kids."


I peeked out the window.  The last bits of a colorful explosion were barely visible if I pressed my face against the glass.  The little kid in me stirred.


My husband, who was half-asleep in bed, grumbled something about not being able to sleep through the noise.  I ignored him (sorry, love!) and quickly dressed.

"What are you doing?" he mumbled.

"I'm going out to the porch to watch the fireworks for a minute."

I think he answered.

I think he thinks he answered.

It didn't matter.  I left him to his 'not sleeping' and tiptoed outside.

The summer heat had yet to yield to the cool of the night.  It hung heavy in the air.  I stood barefoot in mismatched pj's on the cement porch and looked out into the night sky.  In the distance, fireworks blossomed above rooftops.

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I smiled and prepared to go back in.


I felt those explosions just as much as I heard them.  They were close.  Really close.

It was getting late and I needed to go to bed.  The sensible thing would have been to go inside and crawl under the covers.  We had a lot of moving left to do.


My foot touched the first step down.  Then the next.  I could almost see them just out of sight on the side of our house.


I stepped down to the walkway.
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A massive explosion of light, sound, and color burst above my head, filling the sky.

I took a step back.  My heart raced.


White light shimmered, sparkled, danced.  I was awestruck.

I stepped out onto the grass.  One step.  Two.  The thick blades pricked the soles of my feet.  I brushed a bug off my arm with half a thought.


Nothing stood between me and the sky.  No window pane, no windshield, no people.  It was me alone in the night with...magic.  My eyes grew wider with each explosion.  Never before had fireworks affected me with such intensity.


Those ones came from behind me.  I spun around to find an expanse of white lights twinkling as they fell, winking out one by one before they reached the ground.


More.  In other directions.  I was surrounded.  So many lights, so many colors all around me.  It took my breath away.  I reached up to the sky with outstretched fingers.

I was one with the magic.  Or was I creating it?

It was one of those moments so perfect, you doubt it's existence.  Something so pure, so perfect could only exist in stories or on the big screen, right?


It was real.

It was amazing.

It was a dream come true.

And it wouldn't have happened if I hadn't stepped off the porch.

~ Lysandra

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