These days, to distract from my sometimes grim reality, I am retreating as best as I can into a world of books, literature, movies, and stories. Complete with a soundtrack, really! There are a number of scenes and music that make me happy, no matter what I’m faced with.
I read cookbooks and food magazines and imagine all the wonderful smells emanating from my kitchen, and a table full of friends. Sometimes the scenes happen in wintertime, and the table is filled with various cooked tubers and pies and rich stews, with a crackling fireplace.. Or it’s summertime, with the patio table laden watermelon and sorbets and a hearty barbecue entree, overlooking a San Francisco skyline view.
I recall Autumn, with its beautiful chilly air and the fiery red leaves and the smell of wood burning in fireplaces and putting on a sweater for the first time in months. Life is so beautiful when I recall these images.
I recall music that gives each image heft–Mozart’s Requiem or the Cranberries or Sia, The Fray, Snow Patrol, Enya, The Who, The Killers, Depeche Mode, the list goes on and on. There is music for each scene and mood, and I am overwhelmed just thinking of this emotional combination.
Novels and short stories engage me in another life, with its flavors and daily rhythms apart from my own. A little vacation.
And even movies. Right now, I am watching “You’ve Got Mail” because–well, because it’s on satellite right now. I love the scenes where Meg Ryan’s character walks through the streets of Manhattan, picking up flowers and navigating her way to work to the tune of the Cranberries’ “Dreams.” Her life is so incredibly quaint–her little apartment that she cannot possibly afford but of course she does afford because she is a movie character and audiences can’t bear to have a charming leading woman live in a hovel. Friends who gather and sing around a piano for Christmas. A cute little store. Tom Hanks (F-O-X!) and the unbelievably down-to-earth charm that a multi-millionaire cannot possibly exhibit with so much ease (most multi-millionaires I know are unbelievably guarded for very good reason).
The meet cute. The beautiful complexity of New York City (the “other” city I would live in).
Right now, it makes me want to visit New York, my hometown (really). I haven’t made it to New York in years, but I so want to walk around in that feeling of escape for just a little while!