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In 2005, my darling Mo introduced me to a show that was on television in the 90s called 'Key West'! It was wonderful and as a result I was ready to visit the island when a few months later he took me to see the real deal (in February when it was snowing here in Denver). Needless to say, I fell in love!

But Key West is more than a vacation resort or even an island at the end of the Keys in Florida: It is magic and wonder and innocence and wantonness all rolled into one. In Key West "there are angels in the spray, wizards in the palm trees, and elves in the seashells and they all look very favorably on struggling young writers."* And one hopes, the not so young (like me!).

Although I reside in the Mile-High city in my "real" life there is the home of my heart... the End of the World, the Land beyond Time, Key West. Key West became, for me, the Place of my imagination. The location where "things" happen that can't really be accounted for and seem beyond explanation.

It is my hope that amidst the incarnate you will see some of the ineffable. Hope you enjoy!

*David Beaird in the first episode of 'Key West'

Saturday, October 29, 2011

A moment

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On the weeks when my son is with his father I don't spend as much time in the car, but there are moments when I drive home after work when the sun has set in the west, the light is filtered in the sky with such beauty that I am left a bit breathless. Unfortunately some of those moments are often on an onramp to the highway or driving over a hill where there are no turns and I appreciate the beauty in my solitary (albeit distracted) state. Yesterday, I was headed home to champagne (took a different route to pick up a bottle!) and saw to my delight the sun's final curtain call. Light was reflected on a strand of pearled clouds, coloring them with dark rainbowed hues. I wish then reached for my camera, made a quick turn and headed back up the hill to position myself to hold the occasion...  
 When I arrived, I was disappointed to find the light had shifted into a less vibrant blush yet the purpled hues framed by the distant edges of the mountain's magnificence drew me.

     I stood quietly taking my picture, passed by by hurrying homegoers, bumper to bumper in their rush, anxious they might lose a few feet of asphalt.
I stared back at the heavens, glad not to have let the twinkling joy of a sunset pass me by then headed homeward with the true prize, a space of stillness caught between traffic lights- a moment.
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4 comments:

  1. Those moments when we just stop are so precious and they tend to stay with us a long time.

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  2. This is what we all need to stop a do. Take time to enjoy what God has provided for us. Most are too busy to notice, but you, Danette, are a true artist with an honest heart and a deep soul.

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  3. I hate missing those perfect photo ops - those amazingly beautiful moments you can never recapture! Of course, the times I do get my camera out & snap a shot, it often doesn't work out as great as I've hoped.

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  4. That's beautiful. There's a lot of power in the rising and setting of the sun. The early morning is my favorite time of day. It's always surging with life. :)

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