Things of Life

Am fost cu tine la Paris,  si am dansat pe strazi... În Notre-Dame, o lumină  a cazut pe umerii tai, si m-am întrebat ce înseamnă... Cerul se deschisese puțin, sa se scurgă, dar tu erai trista, ca o icoană... 

The yellow bulb, with a myriad of follicles and grass-like hairs dissipated at one specific point in the water in which it was floating for a while... Exactly as the previous one.  I was swimming and looked for it as for an elusive creature of the deep, but it was nowhere to be seen.  Its absence was hurting, but in the same time, a disturbing feeling passed away.  The pool was calm and I was so conscious of the environment...

Silence is not death. I came to discover the beauty of silence. (Possibly an age thing...?) It is a space where one can see things not quite seen otherwise. Then rest, heal, create... awaken...                                                                                     🔕

About 20 minutes into waiting for another airport verification at my gate, a guy tells me boldly I was cutting the line. Startled and tired, I reply something like I've been here for a while and it's not fair to go back to the end of it as he was suggesting... who knows how many people came behind me in 20 minutes...?   But he insists and mentions he saw me coming from the side, so I remember there was hardly a "line," but rather a crowd of people waiting to enter another waiting area, where being first did not make any difference, as by this time everybody has seat and category assigned... I consider his assertion though, and do not advance, while people behind indifferently accept I was not gonna go back right at the very end....  The guy finally gets his turn for document verification, but apparently he has no boarding pass. He is arguing with the man in charge till the officer tells him as clearly as he can there is no way of passing without ticket, so my guy need...