Mine Eyes Have Seen the Glory

Dear Reader,

Wow. Just... wow. Last night I took Jess to Wolf Trap, one of the coolest performance venues in the country (and 20 minutes from us), and we saw Lord of the Rings - Live. The above picture is not zoomed in - those were our seats, front and center, perfect. I awoke this morning, hours later, and the only sound on my lips was the Lament for Gandalf. The experience was so powerful and moving it endured dreams and shadow and was with me when I awoke. I hesitated to even turn on the TV this morning. I didn't want to dispel the magic before I absolutely had to.

Bottom line: If this show is playing within five hours of you, go. Indescribable. To actually feel the drums echoing through the halls of Dwarrowdelf... to soar with the moth to the top of Isengard... to have the tension of a live performance, complete with any number of chances for disaster and mistakes, and to have it come off spectacularly, just like you remember only with twists and notes you haven't heard before... THAT, dear Reader, was my Wednesday night. For those three hours, Middle Earth was breathing, and I lay in her palm and dreamed with my eyes open.