Clair de Lune

It might seem like something out of a mawkish movie, or something too good to be true, constructed from scraps and slivers of what’s real. But this is whole and true.

lake at dusk

We sit by a dark quiet New Jersey lake. A fire burns within a circle of stones. Fish spring up and splash down into the water, heard but not seen. Then stars appear, one by one, until there are thousands, like an audience at an outdoor concert, each holding a single flame, as we sit together on a summer night.

And then there’s another light — the glow of my iPhone! I place it down between us, and as we listen to the music, the moon appears right on cue, and the smartphone plays brilliantly, and the tune is “Clair de Lune.”