full moon, full of rooftop expectation

Full Moon Tonight. After 1 full week of rain. After 7 complete days of soaked self and sodden clothes...our reward is a clear sky and a full moon. I'll take it. This is the type of night I wish I had my deck at home, but then again I have my city porch (fire escape) and my penthouse balcony (roof). Last time we spent time on the roof was the fourth of July. We were on our way home from somewhere...maybe a bike ride, maybe Pittsburgh. I'm really not sure. I know we had bikes on the roof. Connecticut is so flat that we saw about a dozen simultaneous sets of fireworks as we drove. I kept craning my neck every way I could to catch a glimpse of fire in the sky. Jake laughed. I laughed, and kept craning my neck every which way. As we pulled onto our street we had to dodge kids igniting mini explosions in the middle of the street. We jumped out of the car, grabbed 2 sierra nevadas, and went to the roof. We got there just in time to see the finale erupt in the sky above New Haven Harbor. Despite the lights, the sirens, the chill in the air, and the light drizzle...it was a great few moments. Cuddled next to each other speculating about where we'd be next year. On the same roof? In the suburbs? In a different state? The rain was so light and subtle, you could barely see it, only feel it gently touch our skin. Jake noticed that part about it. He noticed the rain was so nearly invisible and silent, had we been inside we wouldn't have even known it rained. We would have missed that whole part of the night. That part of nature. mmm. it was good. So a full moon? A clear sky? I think that calls for a six pack and a roof. The roof is like my holiday from the city.