Summer Magic

I've had many magical nights this summer. Some I've told you about, some are too personal to write about, and one I will tell you about right now.

As I mentioned in my previous post, for one night while I was in Ludington, some friends came up to visit. These friends had never been there before so even though they arrived after dark, I took them to Lake Michigan to see the beach.

We waded into the water, gasped at its coldness and dug our feet into the soft sand. Since we were near the lighthouse, my friends suggested we walk out to it. I protested because it's a half mile walk out into Lake Michigan, and walking out there in the dark made me nervous. They insisted though and I caved.

And I'm so glad I did. It was magical out there. When we got out to the lighthouse we saw that there were only a couple other people there - some fishermen. We leaned against the lighthouse and looked at the stars. The stars were so bright out there, with no man made light to take away from them (the lighthouse only has a pale green light shining). I didn't have my camera with me, and couldn't have captured it anyway, but I suppose it looked something like this:

                       

As we leaned back and looked up, we talked about the constellations for awhile, but the conversation slowed as we got caught up in just looking. And when we were talking, conversations were interrupted frequently with gasps as we repeatedly saw shooting stars. I can't remember the last time I saw a shooting star but I saw three that night. Unfortunately I forgot to make wishes on the second two, which I regretted because if I had remembered I would have wished for more shooting stars.

I bet you're wondering what my first wish was, but I can't tell you because then it won't come true. The rules of wishing are very stringent and I must obey.

But I digress. A warm night, a bright starry sky, great friends, listening to the waves rolling past, while looking at shooting stars? Summer magic at its finest.