Summer. Night. Car headlights pass. Sitting on the porch. Lighting the pipe. Lonesome in a way that reaches down to the bones. Seeing couples pass. Trees hang heavy and dark below streetlights. There’s yearning in the air, hard to explain. It pulls your head back and to the side. You squint against it. Somehow you can feel life in motion around you. Cars, sirens, voices, sound of feet. The hum. The sky orange black, no stars. And you wonder where you should go. Where you should be. No answers. You wonder how you got there. It all just seemed to happen. You wonder what will happen. You question whether you’re doing the right things and feel a certain danger in that you really only get one shot at it. In stasis, life flowing around you like a stream around a stone. You think of places you’ve yet to go. Feel the loss of places you’ve been. On a dark summer evening, alone.
And years later, the memory of an inconsequential night so piercing, so sharp. So sweet. Who can tell what you’ll remember?
People You Should Know . . . Lynnea Benson - *Lynnea Benson* is a co-founder of Frog & Peach Theatre Company and a Lifetime Member of The Actors Studio. Frog & Peach directing credits: *Macbeth, Much...
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