Jan. Write Away Day 3

day 3 prompt: a memory

my whole life is made up of memories so why can't i choose one?

i'm getting in my head trying to pick one that's quirky, relatable, myself enough.

so i go to my camera roll, my digital memory.

i scroll with my eyes closed and choose one.

gorgeous auburn and golden hues strike me first.

then the masked figures, strong in their poses,

placed across a green field.

it's outdoor psychosis rehearsal.

a dim light in the vast bleakness that is the COVID-era.

everyone is dressed in several layers to protect from the autumn chill.

my stage manager, rachel, and i are wrapped in blankets while our four actors learn a movement sequence.

i wiggle around, occasionally participating in the movement, in order to keep warm and to keep smiles on everyone's faces.

the six of us are rarely together in person, as most of our rehearsal periods are spent over zoom, and i'm cherishing every moment.

it's the closest thing to live theatre that i've experienced in months.

theatre. the art that fills my life with meaning,

a purpose.

a sense of belonging.

in my recent months, i have been absent from theatre.

i feel blessed to have this memory and be able to recount it.

i try to find theatre in the smallest ways in my life.

theatricality of interaction with folks in my life.

theatricality in dressing every day.

theatricality in the movement when i roller skate,

it's there. and it hasn't left me.