We strolled the boardwalk together and the moon was near full, the sky clear, teens in the park by the beach.
Like outcasts, in our 30-something year old bodies, we side-stepped between the young ones - flirting & exchanging numbers, using slang that we didn't understand anymore.
There had been a beach party earlier: spread like a virus on facebook with thousands attending. When we showed, the crowd was dispersed by police - on
horseback, on bicycles, in cop cars - it was a spectacle, and I looked over at the moon - at the dark lake - and down at our hands held tight while we slowly navigated past the broken groups.
I was recording video. It's so rare that we go out these days - on a a date or night -time walk. My digital camera captured the crowd and shuffling horses as they shifted the teens about. Steady sound of bus horn!
The bus. The driver who attempted to stop. The 17 year old. Thought he had more time.
My camera slanted up to the moon in the frantic scuffle to move out of the way of mounted police, horses, their stomping on the boardwalk. So many people ran over to the bus, the road.
Walking near the lake the rest of the way home, we saw couples on benches, loving.
I looked up at the moon. Stood by the water in the dark. White caps lit the lake like moonlight. Silence save for