Marking Time

The earth offered a November of leaves bursting into sunset and five days of rain that tore the leaves from the trees to rot ankle deep in the streets. But the street cleaners came and the clouds disappeared and leaves slipped from branch tips overnight, and all was as it was before— green sunlight days passing through 55 degree breezes to slip into 40 degree nights just as they did the day before and the day before that and every day since the day I skidded into Sacramento two months ago to begin a Professional Directing Internship with B Street Theatre.

Since arriving, the world has offered no indication that that the earth has tilted and traced the near completion of its revolve, so people mark time in a city that will not. Dates change on phones. Stores flip signs from open to closed. Decorations appear and disappear in lawns and store windows—Halloween to Thanksgiving to Christmas. Currently, icicles line roofs and snowflakes hang behind glass, creating a winter the city will never see. Instead, nature notes winter with citrus hanging fat and bright as summer in the trees.

To prevent these months in Sacramento from blurring into an arch of greens, yellows, and midnight blues, this blog will mark time here, narrating the B Street Theatre Internship for B Street patrons, prospective interns, and our beloveds with whom we wish to share this experience.

-Anna Rose

Midtown, Sacramento