Breakfast at Tiffany's
"Moon River"<--- MP3
Wisp of breeze caught me by the throat.
A leaf lost its life, skittering down the lane, and I thought, what kind of life did that leaf leave?
"You can't give your heart to a wild thing: the more you do, the stonger they get. Until they're strong enough to run into the wood. Or fly into a tree. Then a taller tree. Then the sky."
"If you let yourself love a wild thing. You'll end up looking at the sky."
I didn't know what that meant as a kid, but time seems to open up eyes as days sink away.
We realize it when a soft ripple of lake glides over rocks, then retreats.
Feel it in echoes. Holly Golightly.
Feel it with a cat afraid, drenched, lonely, bereft of hope in some neglected alley.
Threw herself at God's end to save it, because her whole world was finding that cat in the last moment.
Finding that cat. Saving that cat. Sparing the poor starving creature from the rain, from loneliness.
Saving it to be saved herself.
"It's better to look at the sky than live there. Such an empty place; so vague. Just a country where the thunder goes and things disappear."
Truman Capote