Blue Moon

Alex's POV:

In about fifteen minutes the Times Square ball will drop heralding the new year. Of course here in Montana, we have a couple more hours before it’s officially midnight but that doesn’t seem to matter. The whole world revolves around New York City on New Year’s Eve or so it seems.

As I lean up against the chicken coop, I can hear the ornery beasts scratching and clucking away inside. I guess I’ve disturbed their sleep during my midnight stroll. I do my best to compensate them by opening the door to the coop then quickly spreading out some feed for them. Momentarily preoccupied, the girls ignore me for the food. I can safely make my way through them to the nearby fence; I make myself comfortable on the rail. Well, as comfortable as one can be sitting on a frozen fence at midnight in the middle of a Montana winter.

“You’re going to miss the big moment if you stay out here,” Walter says as he comes up from behind, wrapping his large muscular arms around me. I realize just how cold it is out here. I can feel his body heat radiating through his thick coat. “You’re going to catch a cold,” he murmurs into my ear and I feel my coat being placed onto my shoulders. “What are you doing out here?”

“Blue moon.”

“Pardon?”

“It’s a blue moon. We haven’t had a blue moon New Year’s Eve since 1990. I just came out to look at it and I guess I got distracted.” Walter looks up at the full moon that’s shining brightly. There aren’t any street lights to detract from the night sky. The sky is full of stars, I think to myself then laugh.

“What’s so funny?”

“I think I just had a 2001 movie moment,” I reply, and then I chuckle at Walter’s perplexed gaze. “Don’t worry; I’m not having a mental break. More like the realization of how blessed I am,” I reassure my worried lover. Walter doesn’t say anything but hugs me tighter.

“Your girls have gone to bed,” he comments, cocking his chin toward the empty barnyard. “I think they have the right idea,” he adds.

“Is that a hint?” I ask as I jump down off the fence to close up the coop. No need to leave the chickens vulnerable to the coyotes.

“Maybe we should follow their example,” Walter says as he extends out his hand toward me. In the light of the blue moon I see him smiling at me with just a hint of lust shining in his eyes.

“Wise birds,” I say as I take his hand. He snakes his arm around me as we go back into the house.

“We missed the ball dropping,” Walter says with a sigh as he turns off the TV. We go up to our bedroom.

Before we settle into our bed I throw open the curtains. Our room is bathed in moonlight.

“No, we haven’t,” I whisper as we make love in the light of the New Year’s blue moon.

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