Grunion run

Almost perfect
Our trip to california
A private beach
We just finished a skinny dip
The sun sinking behind the waves
I light a small fire I laid out earlier
We sit on the blanket
Chatting touching kissing
I mention the full moon is
a hour short of its apex
I point out that steam is coming
out of the sand where the tide is
You tell me it reminds you of a Meatloaf song
I reply how about paradise by the moonlight
You tell me that’s not his song
We could make it ours I said and kissed you
We both get a little startled when
Thunder cracked and rolled down the beach
we both chuckled then continued
we had just started on the main event
I felt something wiggle at my foot
I ignored it but when more wiggling happened
I looked and saw small fish coming up beach
When one wiggled near her she jumped
Push me off you and stood up
I stood next to you when more wiggled by your feet
you jumped into my arms
Then my mind went
California
Beach
Night
Fish
“Grunion Run.”
“what?” she asked.
“Grunion Run. I hate to break it to you but we were part of one of nature’s biggest orgies.”
We were laughing as I carried her back to the house we rented, to continue from the
coitus interruptus.