Wednesday, September 28, 2011

quiet seat by a window

The museum was free today and open until 9PM.  I feel like visual art charges my creative battery.  I walked the courtyard and remembered a time when I rehearsed a show on this property.  That play was huge for me.  It was the height before a creative downfall would knock me flat for years.  My marriage started to deteriorate right before I signed the insurance rider and rented the rehearsal space.  Today would have been my tenth wedding anniversary.  I haven't thought about today as anything special for years now.  It's actually because I was celebrating my "Un-niversary" this time four years ago that I met someone else that was very special in my life.  I made my way to the second floor and found a tucked away bench in the windowed crust of the building.  I watched the two stick figures perpetually walk down McDowell.  One of them gets ahead and the other scrambles to catch up.  Always.  Ultimately, they always find a mutual stride.  They find their pace.  This little corner of windowed crust is where I can see the city; but the city, it can't see me.  This quiet seat by a window has good memories.  Tomorrow holds even greater ones.

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