Last night we were invited to dinner at the Devon Yacht Club and it was magical.
I love Devon. I love the setting and I love the rustic charm of it, sitting right there on the bay. We were at a table on the end of the deck, tucked in between the dunes and the rest of the crowd. The company was wonderful and the food delicious. At a certain point in the evening a bell rang, everyone stood in place, and the flag was lowered to somber silence. Once safely down the announcement was "As you were", the conversation resumed and dinner continued.
The conversation was convivial and light and we laughed and shared stories...and suddenly, with the sky turning pink in the west across the water, all gleaming in the dusk, we looked to the east and there, peeking out between the dune grasses, was the most spectacular full moon I've seen in awhile. It was huge and bright and absolutely stunning. It was as though there was too much to take in as My eyes swept across the horizon from sunset to moon rise, back and forth between breaks in the conversation. It was a little piece of heaven for a short time, but a night that I'll remember for a long, long time.
Sometimes, just like last night, life gives us a gift of a special memory. And they are to be treasured.