Halfway through June already. Almost halfway through the year. Here we are, right in the middle of everything. Just like that.
I've been busy. I've been sitting here at this computer more often than, well...more often than I've been outside enjoying a rare gem of a sunshiny, dry June in the Pacific Northwest. That just doesn't happen around here. Today, the world is damp again and smells fresh. Don't get me wrong, it's been smelling pretty awesome with everything in bloom, but today...it's that nice, wet smell. The air moves a bit, but is still comfortably warm. Made me stop and realize, "hey, I'm halfway through June already."
There is still an awful lot of work to be done here at this computer in the weeks to come...deadlines to meet, projects to finish, others to start. But I have taken a few pleasant moments to breathe.
The other night there was a moon. One of those kinds of moons. The kind that makes me forget I have a humble little old unspecial camera and makes me think I could somehow capture it. As you are about to see, I can't. But what I got makes me remember how big I smiled when I saw it in person. It was, of course, oranger and crisper than this...and it was scurrying up the sky in such a hurry...busy busy busy, a sky to light up, a Moon's work is never done...can't be lurking around down here on the horizon...
Another warm and beautiful June evening, earlier in the month...I watched a really fun movie.
It was about 4 kids who had been students together at art school, then all went off and lived their lives...complete with all the various drama, love, death, and tragedy that occurs in people's lives in movies...then a quarter of a century or so later reconnected for an evening, a First Thursday gallery walk just like they'd done religiously every single month back when they were in school.
I know, this is a super-corny way to tell you what I did a few weeks ago. I'm sorry.
But it really did sort of feel like I was sitting somewhere in the dark, watching it all unfold on a big screen, eating popcorn...transformed into an entertainingly distant yet comfortably familiar world.
You know when you see a movie where several years pass and you watch characters age...and even though the actors are peeking through wrinkle-makeup and have splashes of phony grey sprayed into their hair, it's easy to imagine that they're still that exact same person because, really, it's only been about an hour since you watched them be young, right there on that same screen? It's that cinematic magic that occurs when an entire story is wrapped up in an hour or two...it's like they haven't really aged at all, and no time has actually passed...well, because it hasn't. Aside from that hour or two.
There's no way it had been more than an hour since I'd seen them last...it was just right back there at the begining of the movie when the characters were young. They had their entire lives ahead, the world to conquer. Everything was so important then. No one else could ever understand just how important. They lived for art. It's all that mattered. They usually went on the First Thursday gallery walk on empty stomachs desperately hoping to get some free food along the way. Mmm, little squares of cheese. And of course free wine.
An evening out often ended in some hole-in-the-wall serving something spicy and exotic, and always with talk of The Revolution. And that could easily go on until dawn. Easily.
Sitting over an empty plate that had only recently been overflowing with yummy Moroccan food, realizing that my particular evening would end at a much more reasonable hour than, say, dawn (ew)...I just smiled, sipped a beer, and listened to talk of The Revolution. That was a great movie. I give it two thumbs up...even though, I guess, I'm only really halfway through it.
And PPS: OK everyone...I'm sorry. Not only was this a super-corny way to describe that evening, by the consistent theme in your comments I now see it was super-obscure and super-confusing as well. I do get carried away sometimes.
The 4 kids were actually ME and 3 old friends from art school. One with whom I've remained close over the years, the other 2 she reconnected with recently on Facebook and brought us all together after all these years.
We enjoyed a warm summer First Thursday wandering through Seattle's Pioneer Square art galleries...which I hate to admit I haven't done in years, either (the sun-through-the-trees photo is my only documentation, taken with my phone). We even saw another old schoolmate who now has her own gallery.
Soaking in eye-candy of every possible flavor, critiquing (as art students tend to do constantly) and in the moments in between attempting to catch up with 25 years of life-experiences...then realizing that wasn't as necessary as first thought, because we had all suddenly been transformed back to who we were and what we meant to each other back in that other life (the movie).
Sorry I got a little too poetic, vague, and esoteric in trying to express how surreal it was and how it felt like no time had passed...but I do stick by the metaphor, because it feels like the person I am now really only watches people like those kids in movies any more.
So there you go...a typically-Beth-style "quick" explanation in only 5 paragraphs!