One day, many many years ago, I was 25 years old and in a mood. I could get moody when I was younger, before I was medicated. I was walking alone on a blustery, grey day, my cloak flapping. I wore my headphones, and the song that came on was “O Fortuna” from Carmina Burana as I walked through the grass across a park. The moment so matched my mood that I felt like someone should be filming the scene. That was a movie moment. I seem to like dramas.
Another moment was when and how my husband proposed. We had gone to a shop in Valley Junction (Des Moines) that had, among other things, claddagh rings. I mentioned how some people used them as engagement rings, not as a hint, but as a thought. When Richard and I arrived back at his apartment, we sat on the couch. Richard said, “I was thinking …” He said this, and only this, several times over the course of a minute or two. Then he finally asked me to marry him. We went to the jeweler the next day after buying each other claddagh rings. Silly romance, but it works.
I think movie moments should have background music. I had soundtrack music for the first scene; the second scene needed some music. Vivaldi? No, something folky and adorable. I can’t think of what exactly. Maybe a bluegrass version of “Solsbury Hill”. I don’t know!
Words Like Me 