Last night, my husband and I locked up our first house, empty now in preparation for selling it. A chill hung in the air that made me shiver, I could feel the hollowness of the old rooms, and it began to rain.
Sometimes, even real life conspires together to set the sort of scene usually only seen in fiction. Not always, of course, but clichés and classical moments have to come from somewhere, even real life. For a writer like me, noticing the appropriately accented setting made the experience a little less sad.
Have you ever had one of those moments where everything fit together, like it could have come straight out of a movie? What was it?