The Montage

Just got home from the ranch. Home smells sweet and feels a lot let stuffy than it did when I left. I was only gone for three days and yet I feel like everything is different somehow. I have a slightly new perspective on life and a desire to set some goals for myself.
Life has been a bit foggy lately. I still don’t know how to sort through the stuff going on in my head. Like a montage in a movie. You know, the brief period in the story when the key song in the soundtrack turns up and you watch the main character doing an assortment of things in different clothes or in different seasons to show the passing of time. Like in Notting Hill when Hugh Grant is going through the market to “Ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone.” There are no concrete details of their life, but you get the general idea that time is passing.
I guess I’m going through a montage phase. Not a gloomy montage like the one in Notting Hill, though. And not necessarily a happy cheery one, like in 13 going on 30 when she walks through the park eating ice cream and generally enjoying her adulthood to “A Good Day.” I would just be working at the shop selling coffee, enjoying my job and talking to people, sitting on patios with friends, laying by a pool, walking by the lake. And in the mean time, nothing really is going on in my head that I can make any sense of. I’m just sort of floating into this new phase of life. Maybe I’m learning the new rhythm of my life and I have to check out for a while before any of it will make any sense. It’s all so different but it’s becoming my new normal.
What would my montage song be? Maybe “Dazed and Confused” by Led Zeppelin, or “You’ve got a Friend” by James Taylor, but probably “Everything Has Changed” by Lucinda Williams…though its probably a little more somber than I actually feel.
So I’ve returned from two different trips. One was a quick trip with the girls to wide open land, a star filled sky, and an audible silence. The other was the trip my mind took about a month ago to the Land of Fog. Life is fresh again. And it’s starting to make some sense. I can’t let these times pass me by…they’re all way too precious.