A room with a view

Imagine a bed with a blue spread in a room with lace blue curtains.That is in a grey tall house with blue shutters and white railing.
Which is perched alone on the brink of a deep blue sea and framed by a dense blue sky.

If this is the picture you painted..



Then you are in the quaintly quixotic Rodaanthe.



When I saw the movie the first time , I was too caught up in the story of love and loss and couldn't stop from dissolving into tears at the end.



But yesterday, a relaxing Sunday evening at home, I watched the movie again. And this time it dawned on me - just how vivid and breathtakingly beautiful this movie is.



And I don't mean scenic beauty. The imagery the movie inspires is so powerful.



You want to be there. You can see yourself right there.


Together, alone for miles around. Walking arms around the waist on the sand.



Standing on the deck with the wind whipping through the hair and lashing at the face. The odd splash from a huge wave breaking below as you gaze on absently.



Sitting at the cosy restaurant dimly lit by the one light at your table. From the window, you see the dark dark sea and the frothy white waves rushing in.



The images are heady and intoxicating. And you want to half-close your eyes and keep dreaming on.



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