the first incoherent thoughts

I sobbed my way through the last part of The Two Towers. When Eomer and his army comes riding down that impossible slope, I thought Melynda and I might break each other's hands.

The Ents! Gollum! Best fucking CGI ever! I hope Lucas is cringing somewhere.
The fight with the Balrog, and Shadowfax, and Mordor, and oh good gods it was amazing. Amazing. Exhausting and terrifying and so damn beautiful.

My eyes are burning.

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Slept well, actually. When everyone was gone, I crawled into bed and laid there til noon, passing the hours in a fevered dream of places half remembered and forgotten.

I am still wearing my greens and greys, so I went to the theater again. This tim I was very early in the line, and I settled in to wait with a notebook and my musings to keep me company. The second time I sat far to the front, in the center of the curved screen. Sometimes, the shots are so big that one has to turn and look all about to catch it. Like the moment when the Ents set loose the waters on Isengard, and Sauroman watches from the high balcony. Epic, huge shots.

I think I cried harder this time, if at all possible.

So afterwards I climbed into the car with my Russian DJs and drove under a full moon, thinking of horses and lives, and a world that is not mine.

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Driving on a moonlit Texas freeway, listening to Billy Idol and the wind swirling loose strands of hair. Just cold enough to wear my leather jacket to protect my arms.

But Melynda was behind me on Mopac, and it has been an hour since I made it home, and I am starting to fret a little about that.