The Old Movie Theater is Different This Morning...Why?

Something is different about this morning usually it's a quick brisk walk as the sun starts to rise. Thinking only about the past days events and what I should have done or about the things that need to be done. But, this morning is different I feel as if there is more of a purpose to my stroll so I decide to walk a little longer and further. Then the cold wind starts to send a chill through my bones, so I tug at my light blue sweater which I really haven't noticed in years. I start to wish I would have worn something warmer for my detour, but this will "have to do," I say to myself.

As I embrace the still so soft cotton against my skin I hear someone call my name. I know that it would be unusual to have anyone around at this time, so naturally I am a little startled. I turn all ways to look if I see anyone and as expected there is no one. However, I do take notice of the old movie theater that my mother used to take me to when I was a little girl. It occurred to me at that moment that I rarely glanced that way any longer, but then again I hadn't taken notice of a lot of things in my past especially when it came to memories of my mother.

Since her death two years ago I put many thoughts behind me. Remembering anything about her was too painful and would make me realize that she was gone.

Again, my name is called as a small whisper I hear "Anna," and now I am drawn to the theater. I don't know why but I approach the door not caring if someone is actually out there looking for me. I tug at the cold metal handle, forgetting how nippy I had felt earlier. Now all I feel is a sense of warmth on my once chilly cheeks. I pull on the handle and not even feeling surprised, the door opens. I enter the vestibule of the theater trying to suppress any thoughts of my mother.

As I am standing in the middle of this lifeless foyer I hear "Anna." I turn slowly and open and close my eyes. As I open them up again I see my mother standing by the popcorn stand talking with someone. I know that I am not insane so I get closer and I can smell her perfume which always reminded me of a beautiful orchid, which was her favorite flower. I take a deep breath and suddenly a smile overcomes my face as I try to capture this scene forever.