April 2002 Issue - Essay # 9
That
Moment
By Michael Field
| Ever have that one moment in the day where anything is possible? It could be a second or even a minute, but when it hits all you can do is smile. I usually get it while driving listening to a good song or maybe hanging out with my friends having a good time or even just sitting in front of my computer typing away in the wee hours of the morning. The trick is to get those moments, those flashes of invincibility, to last longer and longer. To string them together until it's hours of anything possible. And sooner or later it's days of doing whatever you want because you know you can. I haven’t mastered that, yet. But I'm trying. I love those moments. I feel so alive and thrilled to be who I am. I'm so tired of feeling down about what I could've been or what I should've done. I'm tired of always worrying about the little things. Will there be a parking space available? What happens if I don't know what to say? Is my fly open? (Do you know how many times I check?) Dammit, I thought the little things in life were what made it wonderful. And then I'll be driving along with my girlfriend, usually escorting her to the usual caffeine fill-up at the local Starbucks, (That's right, I go there. You make a better latte, and I'll go to your house.), and the breeze from my open window will brush across my face at just the right time and carry just the right smell. My favorite is at dusk during the summer. The mixture of heat from the day mixed with the impending cool of night is a smell I always remember. It reminds me of playing with the neighborhood kids before it gets dark. Before my mom would call me in. It's summer. No school. Play all day, rest at night to get up and play the next day. It's one of the greatest smells in the world. And that's where my moment of joy, pure and unadulterated joy hits me. I can write that story. I can finish my screenplay. I will marry my girlfriend, make loads of money and build that indoor basketball court. I can't be the only one who gets this feeling. And if I am, then you
don't know what you're missing. The days of could've, would've
and should've
are slowly, but surely being left behind. I've taken those seconds and
turned them into minutes. Hours will be next. Ever have those moments?
Anyone? Ever wake up and feel the morning
air fill your room and think, "Damn, today is gonna be a good day!"
Ever look at yourself in the mirror, your hair just right, your clothes
fit like their supposed to and say, "Man, I simply look good today"?
Ever just have too much coffee at too late at night and get the urge
to spill your guts onto the page? Ever?
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| Author's Biography Michael
Field is a member of the very indie (i.e. no money) production company
called "Up on the Roof Productions." He
has written, directed, edited and produced three short films, soon to be
four. He has written several feature length screenplays, short films,
short stories and a children's book. He
feels weird about writing about himself in the third person and is
hoping to turn whatever creative talent he may possess into a career
(i.e. make money). E-mail
Michael at mdfield@ntplx.net
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