Tuesday, August 27, 2024

Watching and listening to an aircraft fly into the distance against a star filled, inky black sky tonight makes me think of scenes from the movie Close Encounters of the Third Kind. I remember being taken to see the film by my grandmother when I was in my early teens. I remember the scenes where we looked to the skies to see if there was anything out there, both when we were expecting something and when we were not. I remember sitting there in awe while the cinema shook as the Mother Ship landed.

I have not seen that film for a good while now. However, I remember it fondly and as a masterful piece of story telling by Steven Spielberg.