I'm not sure which moon this is, but tonight is a super moon, and I believe the last of the year. I keep thinking back to the waxing moon last night as I jumped into a backyard pool for a midnight swim with a handsome Hungarian from Slovakia while we watched the monsoon clouds build up above us. I especially like how his accent lilts my name. "JennEEfer." It reminds me of living in Germany as a young girl, when my life experience was still sweet and there was no sadness or loss, yet, for how he pronounces my name is what I heard when addressed throughout the villages and towns we traveled. My life is still sweet, but there have been some extra sour patches. I agree with Jason Lee's character, Brian, in Vanilla Sky: the sweet is never as sweet without the sour, and I know the sour.
Do I ever know the sour. And I know a lion's share of sweet, too.
Mr. Slovakian Hungarian and I are, in fact, a bit of a mismatch. And, although I consciously phased myself out of the May December infatuation of older men once I hit my early 30's, this one sneaked up on me. And in over three years, I have not felt a pull to a man as him, and although I wasn't anywhere near ready for a skinny dip, under that rising full moon, I jumped right in. And, as I explained to my friend, without anticipation or explanation, and for however brief or whatever length of time there is, I will be present, in the moment, and enjoy the company and enjoyment of this man for the sake of him, as a person, and not anguish and fret about whether or not there is "a future."
Cheers to remaining bikini days (and nights). And Monsoon Mondays with Super Moons.