Shimmering sixties

It just occurred to me that shimmering is a cool word. It is hard to appreciate unless you have the proper setting. I think you have to see it to appreciate it. Tonight was one of those nights where you have to relax a little bit. I had some frozen lime and orange juice and a bottle of Silver Patron that needed draining to reduce clutter if nothing else. After four margaritas I decided TJ would enjoy his medicated bath. We tuned into XM sixties and went outside to dry of by the pool. Now the lighted Mediterranean Palms were reflecting in the pool and with the gentle breeze were shimmering under the moonlight. For a moment I thought I was in a tropical resort and could wave for another Rita. That was not happening and then the music took be back to an earlier time with the Mamas & Papas, Tommy with that silver ball, and everyone wearing flowers in their hair when they went to San Francisco.

Back to shimmering it is truly relaxing to see or remember light reflecting off water. Whether it was the sixties on a Rockport pier fishing with Poppy in the pre-dawn light, or the moon set sinking to meet the borizon of the waters off the St Andrews shoreline, or a midnight sixties XM poolside jam ession with TJ, LuC, Jac, and Champ.

Next chapter: Dancing with the Dogs under the Pale Moonlight.