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Movies are overrated
Jul. 11th, 2001 01:30 pmI'm on the way to see a sneak preview of Final Fantasy last night with my friend Mat. His plan was to take 93 S to Storrow drive, which is a pretty quick way to get to the Fenway.
Quick at 9:00 at night.
At 6:45, it's a parking lot.
We're sitting in the parking lot (ie 93). He's furious that he's going to be late, and that he chose to take the highway. I am sitting back and enjoying the tremendous thunderstorm that's pelting Boston with rain and stabbing it with lighting strikes. Twisting spears of white light, some with a faint blue haze around them. Truly gorgeous.
We make our way through the parking lot, bypass Storrow in favor of cutting through Charles St and Comm ave, and make it to the theater... five minutes too late. The screening is full, we've missed it. By now Mat is pretty calm, as am I.
On our way back, the storm has ended. And the real show begins.
I spot the rainbow as we drive into Kendall Sq. It's about as thick as the Prudential building and very brilliant. Then I spot it's shadow, a second fainter rainbow in the sky.
As we move away from the storm, on Storrow Drvie heading towards Somerville, we can see the post storm sky. Brilliant blue touched with yellow, gold, pink. Clouds with serrated and wispy edges, with crystal clear definition and shading. And as you turn your head back you can see the clouds losing definition and smearing into brown and umber, still pregnant with rain, dark and foreboding. And you turn your head again, and come back to clarity and gold and the setting sun.
I couldn't stop talking about it the entire way home. Nature had given me a show more magnificent than any movie. It's the first time I wished I had a camera with me, to record those images.
I still feel light inside.
Quick at 9:00 at night.
At 6:45, it's a parking lot.
We're sitting in the parking lot (ie 93). He's furious that he's going to be late, and that he chose to take the highway. I am sitting back and enjoying the tremendous thunderstorm that's pelting Boston with rain and stabbing it with lighting strikes. Twisting spears of white light, some with a faint blue haze around them. Truly gorgeous.
We make our way through the parking lot, bypass Storrow in favor of cutting through Charles St and Comm ave, and make it to the theater... five minutes too late. The screening is full, we've missed it. By now Mat is pretty calm, as am I.
On our way back, the storm has ended. And the real show begins.
I spot the rainbow as we drive into Kendall Sq. It's about as thick as the Prudential building and very brilliant. Then I spot it's shadow, a second fainter rainbow in the sky.
As we move away from the storm, on Storrow Drvie heading towards Somerville, we can see the post storm sky. Brilliant blue touched with yellow, gold, pink. Clouds with serrated and wispy edges, with crystal clear definition and shading. And as you turn your head back you can see the clouds losing definition and smearing into brown and umber, still pregnant with rain, dark and foreboding. And you turn your head again, and come back to clarity and gold and the setting sun.
I couldn't stop talking about it the entire way home. Nature had given me a show more magnificent than any movie. It's the first time I wished I had a camera with me, to record those images.
I still feel light inside.
