Was At Peace...by Michael

Marge laid on her back and looked up at the twinkling stars. Too many to count. Then she gazed at the July summer full moon from her blanket on the grass. The crickets rubbed their legs together as the chirping sound filled the air with a soothing harmony. The world and the universe was at peace. It was her favorite summer resort that she attended for the last five years and this was always her favorite moment. She met Mark at the breakfast table for the first time. He had just checked in and was assigned to the last seat that was left for the already crowded hotel. They met for lunch at an agreed time and continued their chat and obvious attraction for each other. It turned out that he also was visiting the same resort for the last five years. However, they never ran into each other until now. At the dinner table Mark told Marge about a secret favorite place of his. She was curious and asked him to take her there later on in the evening. The area looked familiar to her but it was a different time of night that each of them was there. He talked about the stars, the full moon, and the sound of crickets. She smiled and said "my favorite time spent here". He rolled over to her side of the blanket as they hugged and kissed beneath a full moon. Two years later the honeymoon was spent at a favorite hotel resort by both. One blanket was shared at their favorite place before retiring to the hotel room. It was a beautiful July evening beneath the stars with a full moon. The crickets rubbed their legs together as the chirping sound filled the air with a soothing harmony....Maybe we meet at a breakfast table with the last seat available. Then we discover a favorite place shared by both. It leads to the bigger picture where the world and the universe, along with Marge and Mark was at peace....

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