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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