Elk Cove Vineyards 2010 Pinot Noir Rosé from the Willamette Valley in Oregon, to be exact. Oh, and the crickets are from Salt Lake City. What brings them together? Summer heat and darkness. It’s a sultry evening in the Land of Zion.
Lately, these summer evenings conjure up (at least for me) the arresting opening scene of the movie “Howard’s End.” [Yes, I’ve read E.M. Forster’s novel too. ] I’ll never forget the beauty and serenity of that film’s opening. No dialogue; just sounds, light, colors, a mood. In that scene, Vanessa Redgrave, dressed in a Merchant-Ivory period costume, strolls slowly through the twilight in her English countryside garden just outside her summer cottage. All the audience sees [as I recall…and this is my story, so what I recall is all that matters, right?] is the back of her Victorian dress, the light of dusk reflecting off the flowers and grass, and the orange glow of lamp light filtering through wispy white curtains. All the audience hears is the rustling of her dress and indistinct voices and laughter emanating from the open windows.
Right now I wish I could revive the feeling that movie moment evoked. The rosé wine and crickets evoke the visuals [don’t ask me why — I have no idea], but not the hushed sigh of relief and the stillness that I crave. There is beauty in the pink glow of the rosé, the line drawing of an elk on the wine label, the drone of crickets as I sit on my patio in the darkness. But I don’t feel it. Why is what I crave so elusive?
Stillness. Perhaps that is what I most loved about that scene. The grace and stillness of a woman floating through her yard as the pink hues of a sunset gave way to the gray of evening.
Lately I’ve convinced myself that “coming out of my shell” is the way I will find what I’m seeking. I’m no longer convinced. I think I’ll go back into my shell. It’s safer there. Static, but safer. And, hopefully, still.