Full Moon Fireworks


Because the Full Moon wasn't finished with me yet...

On the heels of my sweet encounter with Frederick, I'm sitting in marina park listening to Time Well Wasted - the final act of Nautical Days.  I'm chair dancing and helping Kathleen keep an eye on her gang of grandchildren.  Mom is one of the singers in the band.  Half way through the set, I lean over and laugh, pointing to the stage. 

"There's always that one guy!"  

Kathleen turns her head to where I'm pointing - to that guy, dancing like a crazy person and loudly encouraging the audience to join him.  

Fast forward.  The music is over, the fireworks have begun, Kathleen and her family have left the park, and I've walked to the far side of the marina.  People are perched on the rocks lining the water and I was not standing there 2 minutes before I heard someone run up behind me, exuberantly addressing the gentleman to my right.  

"Is it OK if I stand here?"  

This voice sounded super pumped to be watching the fireworks. I know this because of his vociferous shouts of awe and wonder each time they exploded into the sky. Super happy guy then jumps up on one of the rocks and teeters. The gentleman to my right catches my eye and we silently agree, "We've got a live one!" 

Super happy guy - who is actually super happy shirtless guy - jumps down from the rock and starts talking to me - his short bursts of conversation peppered with plenty of excited shouts of "Wooo!" and "Wow!"  "Only in Canada! Nowhere else!" And as I listen to his enthusiasm I couldn't stop thinking of this Friends episode where Phoebe dates Parker and I'm now unable to do anything else but grin.

As we now watch the show together, he tells me how he madly paddled from Goose Spit to the park when he heard the band.  He loves that band!!  He pointed to his festival shirt on the rock and suddenly I realized; He was that guy! He was the crazy dancing guy. It would have been rude to laugh out loud, but smiling from ear to ear...I couldn't help but like him.  

When he exclaims "Joy is free!" and you think "Yeah it is!"  

And when he tells you that sometimes you can see a heart in the middle of the fireworks. And then you see the heart he's talking about.  Then you point it out to him. 

"There's your heart."  

"There's our heart!" he replies.  Then realizes what he just said to a stranger and qualifies it, "Everybody's heart!! The Country's heart!!!" 

When he apologizes for his enthusiasm and you think - how Canadian is that?!  

And at the end of the fireworks he turns to you, extends his hand and says: "Hi, my name's Jeffrey."  

And I reply, "Hi, I'm Annette."  

Then he effusively declares, "Mud Sharks, it's great"  Of course it is.  

And you say "Goodnight" and you can't quit that silly grin on your face the entire walk back to your car because - how great would a Jeffrey be in your life right about now. Having met on a full moon, with hearts falling from the sky. That would make a good story don't you think?  



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