It started out as a Friday, the 13th would be called for in any script. It hung in true, low keyed but anticipatory gloom until approx 4PM. Two trips into Austentatious. A massive car smash-up, en route, that M intuitively circumnavigated. NY girl. Girl of Paris. Quagmire. Then at about 4:30PM, the remnants of the day began to lift; spectacularly. Accelerator down. A truly WTF moment. I can’t remember if it was the Iliad or the Odyssey that made reference to ‘the rosy finger of dawn.’ But it was ‘the rosy finger of afternoon.’ We proceeded into what cinematographers refer to as ‘magic hour.’ We broke loose. Never to look back. Abandoned. As it should be…
Call me the tumbling dice? Something like that… Friday the 13th.