Encounter

You know it when you're writing... what? four months later? that something extraordinaire has happened.

something that makes your fingers tap.
and your mind race.
and your voice vanish.

such a familiar feeling, my friends. Had it once back in the day in 2003. And now, unexpectedly, it happens again. You walk down a bar to meet a stranger at some corner of amsterdam. you eye her and completely feel connected. telling stories is for the mere formality of acquaintence, but you know-you know-the person, without her saying a word.

how is that possible?!

so familiar, and yet so different, that she entices an opportunity in my mind. "I suggest you take me into your life," i said. "Take you into my life?" "Yes, pull me out of the system and into the world of happyhippie." The thought was honest and impartial, but a kiss at that moment was crowding the back of my head. It would have crowned all the sparking magic. Snap! You can't demand one when she can't help you in that sort of thing. But all you can do is sit there watching, praising the gods for refining a smile so simple and so honest. Thank them for resurrecting this bond from another life.