Bathing in Moonlight

As I pulled to the street side by my house, I peeked into the backyard and saw lightning bugs floating about in the dusk. My heart fluttered as I turned off the ignition, grabbed my things, and ran to the door. I fumbled my keys in the excitement. I threw my things down at the kitchen table and raced to the back door. The first few moments I chased nothing. I ran after air. I saw a flicker, and it disappeared. I ran to where the flicker was and... nothing. Damn. I did this quite a few times. Chasing lightning bugs seemed much easier as a kid, but then again wasn't half the fun in the chase? I learned to pace myself after a while, and finally I caught one. He flew away. I slowly edged towards more lightning bugs, and suddenly I was covered in moonlight. I peered into a full moon in the darkening sky that had been perfectly placed between two forty foot pine trees. The full moon was so luminescent that I stopped in my steps and quietly soaked in the magic that was happening. I raised my arms as I had done so many times in Wiccan rituals and closed my eyes to find my inner peace. In a clockwise direction, I slowly turned to bath my entire body in the moonlight, as if cleansing my soul. After completing one full turn, I opened my eyes and gazed upon the moon in awe. I immediately felt 16 years younger and laughter bubbled inside me. I giggled to myself.

A day like today reminds me that life is more than working and paying bills, that life should be enjoyed, and that in everything there is something to be appreciated. A day like today says that today is the best day, and if every day were the best day, then there would never be any bad days. That's the most important piece... not having any bad days. Now there's a thought.

Weird Thought

I was in the warehouse at work today just before it was time for me to clock out. I was finishing up putting labels on the equipment I'd just received in the database. We label all of the inventoried equipment with "material codes." A material code sheet holds 30 sticker labels: 3 columns, 10 rows. I noticed that whenever I use the labels, I always start at the most left column of the 3, and when Angela, the other inventory clerk, uses the labels she begins at the most right column. I analyzed this trend consciously while labeling the DSL filters.

I concluded that:

(1) I start at the left most column because I am right-handed. I use my left hand as support for my right-hand peeling the sticker label.

(2) Angela is left-handed so she starts at the right most column, using her right hand as support for her left.

(3) We both use the middle column last.

(4) We complement each other.

After I'd finished this complete conscience thought, I felt strangely awkward, and I'm not sure why.