Alone in the Dark

It’s odd how a simple action can remind you of things that you can’t change. The other day, just because I could, I sat in my bathroom alone in the dark. Well, not really in the dark because I had my flashlight with me. You may be asking yourself, “Why would anyone in his or her supposed right mind sit on the floor of a bathroom with a flashlight for no reason?”  I had a reason: testing out a light gel swatch book. While looking at all the pretty colors and trying not to rip any of them because they were sticking together, I was reminded of a friend of mine from high school. She was one of our school’s best actors and did a fair amount of lighting for both the choral and theatre departments. I recall one day she came back from a theatre conference and had a swatch book with her.  We looked through it while talking about random things. I guess sitting there in the bathroom with my swatch book reminded me just how removed from everyone I know and alone I am down here. It reminded me how you came go from best friends, almost sisters, to a fleeting memory in someone’s mind.