Austen Hill: It's Friday, Love.....on Monday

{ Seen a lot of airports lately }

If you're a regular Austen Hill reader you know I normally do a weekly wrap-up post on Friday called It's Friday, Love. I've always enjoyed it because it gives me a chance to look back on the week and also post photos I love that may not have a place in an upcoming post. When I came up with the title I imagined the scene from Romeo and Juliet where they wake up together the morning after.

Romeo and Juliet: Act 3, Scene 5

Juliet

Wilt thou be gone? It is not yet near day. It was the nightingale, and not the lark, that pierced the fearful hollow of thine ear. Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate tree. Believe me, love, it was the nightingale.

Romeo

It was the lark, the herald of the morn, no nightingale. Look, love, what envious streaks do lace the severing clouds in yonder east. Night's candles have burt out, and jocund day stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops. I must be gone and live, or stay and die.

Juliet

Yon light is not daylight, I know it, I. It is some meteor that the sun exhales to be thee this night a torchbearer, and light thee on thy way to Mantua. Therefor stay yet. Thou need'st not to be gone.

Romeo

Let me be ta'en. Let me be put to death. I am content, so thou wilt have it so. I'll say yon grey is not the morning's eye. 'Tis but the pale reflex of Cynthia's brow. Nor that is not the lark, whose notes do beat the vaulty heaven so high above our heads. I have more care to stay than will to go. Come, death, and welcome! Juliet wills it so. How is't, my soul? Let's talk. It's not day.

Our hero and heroine are in a warm, safe bubble right now, but they both know the second morning light appears that bubble will burst and reality will come crashing down around them. See it would be bad enough should he be discovered in Juliet's bedchamber, but he's also wanted for murder at this point in the story, so things could go south pretty quickly. Hey, no couple is perfect! Everyone has their challenges:).

I had the chance to do this scene in a college theatre course and what I loved most was how they tried to reassure and protect each other even though they knew all of their troubles were banging on the door. Believe me, Love. That's what the weekend feels like to us modern dwellers, a bubble of time that feels safe, feels like ours. Our troubles can be reasoned away just like pesky daylight. When the treadmill of life gets too hard to run on and I can't keep up I close my eyes and imagine someone whispering in my ear....It's Friday, Love.

That's how the last few months have felt. They've been wonderful, amazing in fact, but I've felt like I've been running on a treadmill whose speed I can't quite keep up with. Just a little out of breath. So much so that I haven't had time to reflect on the week prior because the next week was already here. Hence not a lot of It's Friday, Love posts lately. Right now I can't wait for spring. The pace will slow down. The sun will shine longer. And hopefully a friendly voice will whisper in my ear when I need it.

Here's a few pics from the last couple of crazy weeks. Enjoy!