is by far and above one of my all-time favorite films. I love the cinematography, for one, for it is magnificent and portrays many things that I hope to see before I die.
I wonder what the Grand Canyon will feel like beneath my feet, beheld by my own eyes, felt in my heart and spirit.
I can only imagine.
I have seen it, but it was from 30,000 feet in the air.
Yes, I was able to see the whole of it, but I wasn’t able to feel it, to know it in my heart and soul, to feel it beneath my feet, to breath in the essence of it.
I didn’t get to touch it and let it become a part of me, a part of my being.
I yearn to see it, but that is another post altogether.
I was mesmerized by the characters of this movie.
I fell semi-in love with Wind in his Hair.
What a beautiful human he is and what a disappointment to find that his real name is Rodney.
I was expecting something exotic like, well, like Wind in his Hair.
I roll my eyes at that.
Watching a fantasy disintegrate before my eyes is disheartening.
But, that wasn’t the point of this post, the scenery and awe of the West and the Grand Canyon was.
I get sidetracked sometimes with insanely handsome men with beautiful smiles and long dark hair and forget myself.
I get sidetracked with handsome men with dark chocolate eyes and dimples, too, but that is neither here nor there.
I am, as most of the people I know, human.