Walking home from work this morning, I felt like I was on the set of a 1930s style movie set. I know the scenery isn’t from the 30s, but it was the feeling. I’ve seen Singing in the Rain numerous times, and this morning brought it to mind.
The streets were empty – it was 4:45 am on a Saturday after all. There was a light rain falling – not enough to make me get a ride home, and I only live 300 steps away from the motel room where I’m staying. Early birds were chirping, unseen, in the bushes and trees. I kept expecting either a man in a suit to start singing or a masked axe weilding psycho to show up. 🙂
Yeah, I know, I’m weird. I’ve seen a wide variety of movies in my 48 years of life, and some of them tend to mix in my imagination. What can I say – it’s a gift. 🙂
I’ll leave you with that little bit of weirdness and get on with the rest of what I need to do before bed.
See you on the flipside and don’t forger your towel and your sonic screwdriver!!
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