I’m feeling really homesick for Seattle. Tonight is the last performance of Pacific Northwest Ballet’s Nutcracker. Martha and I would go every Christmas, a tradition built up over 20 years as housemates. Here’s the trailer:
Always the same performance, with only the dancers changing from year to year, and the same, brilliant Maurice Sendak set. That didn’t matter. It was a fixed point of pure pleasure in the year, and a forgetting of all the cares of the world.
On this freezing night of driving sleet, I want something to warm my hands and heart around. And it’s thousands of miles away in another world.