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Sunday, March 1, 2009

push and pull

So, listen. Today it started snowing while we were wrapping up on a film shoot. A really good film shoot, too. (There was a sex scene that I had to stay in the room for- requisite female, plus sound mixer equals necessary precaution..despite the awkward sex scene though, still a good shoot.)

Anyway.

The snow started out as this annoyance, this cold and wet hindrance, while I was loading up the van.

Oh, but then. I went to hang out with a couple friends in the tower dorms- these really tall motherfuckin' structures that dominate the Hofstra landscape, and up there, in that high rise, watchin' the snow and gabbing with some new faces and new friends made me feel like a NEW woman. It was beautiful. And then we all started getting phone calls...saying classes were Oh-fish-uh-lee cancelled tomorrow, March 2nd. Beautiful. Me, being at the end of the alphabet, was the last to receive the call. The call punctuated the visit nicely.

I left after that and drove home (in the snow oh my god oh my god oh my god oh i'm fine okay this isn't that bad) and I got out of the car...

And couldn't go inside yet. I looked around, and there was no one! Now, y'all, I live on a busy street. Four lane nightmare with store fronts and parking lanes and people and pets...and there was no one. Nothing. Virgin snow!

I beeped my car lock and started trekking into lands unknown, rendered unfamiliar in the piling snow. As I was walking the blocks, I started to notice that A)I heard nothing but silence and B)All of the street lights have different color temperatures.

Cinematography dream. I never noticed it before because the black asphalt absorbs the light, but now that everything is white, I noticed the pinks, the greens, the oranges, the yellows all flickering their fluorescent nonsense into the snow. It was beautiful.

So. Yup. That's my story. A southern girl who finally developed an appreciation for the snow. And, I don't know y'all, there's just something especially poignant about seeing my cowboy boot prints trailing behind me in the snow.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

beautiful post. Wish I coulda seen it, too.