Love Divided By Five: Magical

            I bought a kite.  It was a SpongeBob Kite—green and yellow, with a blue tail.  It was a little kid’s kite I had gotten at Walgreens one day on a whim. Kent said he liked kites and we both loved SpongeBob. So I thought that if it was windy one day and we were at the park, we could fly it.  I had never flown one before so this would be a first for me. It was also an activity for cheap date night.  Cheap date night started because we both never had a lot of money most of the time.  The night would consist of us pooling what funds we had together and seeing what fun we could have with the limited amount of money. Most of the time 11.00 dollars of what we had went to getting some provisions and snacks off the dollar menu at McDonalds when we had the munches.

            On this particular night it was beautiful out. The weather was getting ready to transition from spring to summer. The moonlight broke through the setting sun still giving the illusion that it was still day.  The wind was light, warm and tickled my nose every time it would breeze around.  The weather man stated that there were thunderstorms likely that night and there would be a wonderful lighting storm.  I asked Kent what he wanted to do.  He said lets fly the kite tonight. I told him it might rain later but he didn’t care.  So kite flying it was.

            We arrived at Havenwoods—the deer had just made their decent into the deep part of the nature preserve where they spent their nights.  The sky was a deep purple and moist with the upcoming rainstorm that the universe was brewing.  I took my sleeping bag from my trunk and sat it down for us to sit on while Kent got the kite ready.  The air was friendly as if it knew we were going to be there for a long time.  The sound of the animals that inhabited the forests around us created a soundtrack for our evening that sounded like a love song. The birds provided a melody as the frogs and the crickets provided the counter melody.  Kent smiled at me as he was attempting to get the kit going. I was busy preparing the provisions we had bought so we could enjoy the night away and fly our kite.

            Just as we got comfortable on the sleeping bag the wind shifted. I could feel the coldness of the blacktop seeping through the bag touching my back. It made me shiver. The storm was brewing and ready to show itself. As we laid there we talked about the upcoming summer and what we wanted to do.  I told Kent that I wanted to spend as much time with him as I could, work and learn how to knit.  He laughed at the knitting and called me an old lady.  I asked him what he wanted.  He said he wanted to find a good job so he could take better care of his kids.  He also wanted to spend more time with me.  That made me smile. He leaned over and kissed me forgetting for a second that he was flying a kite.  We heard something hit the grown, splat.  Oh, shit—it was the kite.  The wind had picked up by then and you could see the lighting in the clouds. Laying there on my back, next to this person whom I felt so much for, it was so perfect.

            I could feel the effects of the provisions coming over me.  I got so philisophical. I began to ask Kent a series of questions about various things that I cannot remember now. I just remember the hours passing by and it felt like we never ran out of things to talk about.  I felt so safe there—on my magical blanket, flying a kite, with my magical guy.   There was a force field around us where nothing could touch us—not the rain, the thunder or the lighting. We were safe there.

            About 11pm the rain started to fall.  I don’t think at first we noticed it because we were wrapped in the moment.  The lighting storm drew patterns that resemble rainbows on the sky. The thunder reminded us of our beating hearts. The rain lightly cleansed our souls to become one.  It was all so magical. I felt like a fairly princess who had met her knight-in-shinning-armor.