When you are in Monteton, it feels so real. It’s not a dream. It’s real, and nothing else is. At least that is what Mornington said at around
5:00 in the morning, which was still evening to all of us after the concert on Friday night.
Magic is another word that is often used when describing this place. A few of us were at the breakfast table across from a man that was new to us. I had noticed him taking photographs at the concert the night before, and assumed he was doing a story for the newspaper. But he said he was an artist, staying in Monteton for a time just to paint. He didn’t speak much English, but he did say, “Monteton. . .magic.”
A good friend of mine has heard me pine and whine, year after year, about going back to Monteton. When I returned this time around, she sat me down (over the phone) and said something to the tune of – I don’t want to hear you saying if or whether. You need to just say you are going back, and plan on it and believe it.