I went to the opera!!! Saturday, Aaron and I went to Pucinni’s “La Boheme.” It was so beautiful. The theatre was breathtaking, the story poetically dramatic, the melodies lovely, and the company delightful! I had never been to an opera before, and I think I am officially hooked. True, Puccini is light opera, but that just means I’ll have to work my way up. I loved it! Okay, there was about about 30 seconds at the end where I hated it, but that was only because it made me cry, so it’s okay. The singers were amazing—beautiful, talented, dramatic and wonderful! Musetta, played by Kate Egan had the most beautiful voice, and Amy Johnson was lovely as Mimi. I did laugh at the fact that the main couple fell in love in about fifteen minutes, but my idealist side really couldn’t complain too much. As they shared their love for poetry, beauty, life, I couldn’t help but think of similar musings of my own. To feel blessed at owning the smallest loft room, not for its size or opulence, but because when spring arrives, you are the first to feel the kiss of the April sun. To sit in the moonlight, sharing dreams with one who doesn’t just listen, but understands and shares the same dreams. It’s classically poetic, and beautiful. The theatre, the Coronado (downtown) was exquisite! Kept in it’s original design scheme, the halls and stairways glowed with golden light from crystal chandeliers. Mirrored walls reflected figures of dancing maids and valiant warriors as faces built into the molding looked on casting an approving smile. The grand room was set as an Eastern city with towers and balconies lining each side, and the ceiling hung as the night sky, twinkling with stars created for dreamers looking for something to wish upon. Yet I found I couldn’t wish for much, except that the time would never end. There was something about the time, something about the golden glow, the floating melodies, the poetic tale drifting up that seemed to make the night something more, something extra beautiful.

The night outside was lovely, though our own moon only glowed dimly behind a ceiling of clouds. Yet the arched lights of the bridge reflected off the flowing river just as stars would have. We laughed at the ducks following our path along the riverside, and gazed at the city lights across the shore. It was beautiful. And to share it with such a friend made it even better.

It was a night I will never forget, and one I hope you repeat, if not again in reality, then at least again and again in my memories. Life is beautiful, is it not? And I am so very blessed.