I’m feeling dry in mid-July as I take to a familiar scene…
…where Keira Knightley and Mark Ruffalo are, once again…
…deep in nightscape dialogue.
Like them, it’s been a year where nocturnal serenity has frequented my cul-de-sac of vulnerability.
Perhaps this is why I’m watching this, I think to myself.
After all, it’s not every day you catch a cinematic glimpse of what you and God do once the kids go down.
Walk and talk.
Walk and talk.
The perfect end to an imperfect day.
But this time…things are different. For once, I’m inside and idle, content in a still of a different kind.
Riding the rarity, I dive in, the laughs and prose all working towards this one moment…
…sealed by a mic drop for the soul.
And yet, this story, in more ways than one, is just beginning.
For as credits roll, I approach the screen…
…to shelve a case of what was seen…
…only to balk and wonder why.
Why don’t I want to leave this moment, I wonder.
Perhaps it’s a sequence, a song, an emotional call. Perhaps the answer is ‘none at all’.
Either way, I’m at peace. Let it go, let it rest. Sometimes, walking away is best.
Flash-forward to mid-August and I’m cleaning again…the aura of Pledge, a fitting calm.
Then suddenly, it hits me…
…what struck me that night was not the scene, but the title itself…
…slowly marinating into the stubborn caverns of my disbelief.
Two words…we need, but take for granted; two words…preached, yet breached and slanted.
Two words…an answer once hoped for; two words…a truth igniting my core.
Two words for two months…and likely beyond. Now comes the part I ‘yes’ and respond.
And so it goes…there’s nothing God can’t use to find us and whisper the sweet reminder…
…that sometimes, to go forward, we must go back and…
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