as i walked out into the bright sunlight from the darkness of the movie theatre. . .

i just got back from seeing finding forrester. whenever i come out of a movie theater i say that first line from the outsiders. it’s something about seeing movies in the movie theater that makes me a bit wonky and wistful. i go into the theater myself, but two hours later i come out and i am a different person. i am always surprised that the world outside has continued without me. it doesn’t seem visably different, it’s still january 20th, i am still in minnesota. . . but i am different. sometimes i wonder why people can’t see the difference. i think they should be able to look in my face and say, “wow, she’s a different girl.” but they never see that, or at least nobody ever comments on it. so, i saw finding forrester and i was moved. how could i not be moved by a movie about words and the passion for them? it was an amazing movie for the most part. i loved listening to sean connery talk about writing. it was heavenly. sheer bliss.