evening sky, Washington Square Park

Tonight Mr. Cicada and I went to see Boyhood. Very American. Unrelatedly, fabulous. A coming of age film that doesn't revolve around first sexual experience (I could do without that representation, especially for young women). Instead it focuses on that intense awareness and questioning of a young adult, in this case from the point of view of a young sensitive man. Have to admit that the mom's anguished cry of 'I thought there would be more" was a little too close to home. (Have to write that chapter so I can have more leisure time, sigh)