A Saturday Night Feeling

A person doesn't experience a Saturday night too often in one's life. The Saturday I'm talking about isn't a day of the week, but more of a state of mind. This mindset or feeling comes with complete satisfaction where mind, body and heart are all one; it can be shared with others or savored by yourself. In these next few moments I will try to give you a Saturday night that you won't soon forget.

To bring this narration to prove my opening point, my story will take place on a typical Tuesday night.

"Good evening ladies and gentlemen, I'm Benjamin Wallace and for your late night listening pleasure, I'm your deejay. Give me a call or email me your requests and I'll try to play them.

"Tonight's forecast... we have a beautiful night for the walk on the shore. The temperature is a relaxing sixty-eight degrees with a slight wind from the West.

"Tomorrow it will be sunny with a high in the eighties.

"Enjoy your night and here is our first song, 'I'll be there for you' and these five words I swear to you... at least until 6am." The radio announcer's voice is the only other sound in this small room. The other noise being a low mechanical hum of a personal computer.

The furniture in this room consists of a bed with the covers showing more than one sleepless night. On either side of the bed is a night stand; both hold a small lamp and two small framed pictures. The table on the right side of the bed also has a paperback book with dog-eared pages. The foot of the bed is a large antique cedar chest. Off to the left and near the back wall is a doorway to the bathroom. The opposite wall is home for more pictures, a large dresser with mirror and a computer desk.

There's a woman sitting at the desk. She sighs and continues to stare blankly at the computer monitor. Her daydream carries her away from her written words into a place where she only knows the way back, into her Saturday's arms...

She carries her sandals by the straps as she walks barefooted along the smooth stones and cool sand. The slip dress and the night air leaves little goosebumps on her naked arms. She rubs a hand up and down each arm to remove some of the chill.

The man takes off his thin cotton shirt, wraps it on her shoulders and he pulls her closer to him. He looks down, straight into her hazel eyes and sees the moon and so much more reflected back at him. He can't help himself but to smile.

When she smiles her whole face lights up.

The light of the lover's moon picks up on her hairs golden highlights. The fabric of her dress adds to her heavenly qualitites. Her skin is as soft as silk. She's a beauty but if you were to tell her she would deny it.

When the swash of the tide runs across their barefeet, the moment is lost. In the backwash the receding water uncovers a sand dollar. The man walks over to where it lies and picks it up.

From the glow of the moon, the sand dollar is a large white coin about four inches wide. The five pointed star looks like it was drawn on its back by an architects tool.

He hands this to her and once again he finds himself being drawn in by her smile. He looks away from her, leaving his thoughts for another time and place.

They splash around in the springtide for a few more long, lost moments before finding themselves back at their beach blanket. Also to mark their spot was a picnic basket with the contents spread across the cloth.

I could go further with her thoughts but then only the adults could enjoy the feelings associated with a Saturday night. Also why speculate on what could've happened when these are only daydreams. But daydreams are sometimes what makes the world go around. Wouldn't you rather believe in a Barbie and Ken doll fantasy then to open your eyes to a world of today. A Saturday love affair can take you there, in your own little world. That is what you want from a relationship, the sun, the stars and the rest of the universe. Is it any wonder why only a few find that perfect Saturday feeling?

Since for the most part this has focused on adults I want to step back and see if I can show you a Saturday for our children. It doesn't involve a twenty dollar bill and a candy store right around the corner. There is no Xbox, Nintendo Gameboy, or even a portable CD player. Most children just want to know they are loved and love doesn't cost a cent. Love is a note on a napkin in a school lunch box. Love is a hug in the morning and a kiss after the story is read before bed. Love is a compliment on a school assignment where they tried their best and may not have gotten the best grade. Love is tender loving care and a Band-Aid on a scraped knee. There are a lot of ways to help your child find his Saturday feeling, don't be afraid to get down on your knees and help them.

The elderly can experience a Saturday also, after all aren't your grandparents and parents just older kids? They have lived their lives helping you find your Saturday. Visit them often through cards and letters, phone calls, and in person.