Moonlight and the Chesapeake Bay

My heart sings on this lazy summer night at the amazing beauty of the moonlight illuminating the Chesapeake Bay, making a solemn pronouncement of it to be magical and mystical. From the comfort of my screened porch, I am at ease in my padded chase watching this magnificent adoration between the moon and the Chesapeake Bay. But I am not alone in my empirical study of the admiration between the moon and the bay. For the beauty of the two fathers moods. The fireflies move swiftly through the night winking their approval. So encourage by the magic, a Loon calls out to his mate to come sit beside him to share in this spellbinding view. The frogs croak out a sonata to help define the moment. Happy for the moonlight the populace of fishes nibbles at the bugs that surf the surface. The age old owl sits on a limb to mesmerize to realize that he missed the meal of a small country mouse who scurried by. My skin is a glittering onyx under the moonglow, and my hair, thick as the Congo jungle is dampened by the misty and salty breeze that is sent my way from the bay. There is nothing so exquisite and provocative as the moonlight and the Chesapeake Bay. In the envelopment of sweet tranquility, I fell into a daydream. copyright 2017 Looking At The Light From The Bottom Of The Lake