Amy and I live in the country now, more or less. Our little town is the last place the busses from Portland stop before heading back into the city.
When we go out, we often take back roads. We drive by orchards, old barns, a pungent dairy, rusting sheds.
On Monday we rushed to Wilsonville to see "American Beauty." I can understand why everyone loves the movie so much. It's beautiful. No question about it.
But it's also terrible. We left, both of us in a bad mood, and wished we'd just spent more time driving.
Ricky's right. There is so much beauty in the world. And I guess what I realized on Monday is that I didn't have to go see American Beauty to find it.
I was looking closer before the film.
