Recalling your green eyes on that beautiful day.
Every delicate food that my mouth tasted.
Many minutes uselessly wasted.
Every kiss he blew from far away.
Moaning about the lack of money.
Befriending a stranger.
Enjoying the absence of danger.
Realising that the cake contained honey.
Two weeks and a day after the terrorist attack in Paris, I joined my family on our yearly Thanksgiving walk, which started with paying a tribute to the people who lost their lives on Friday the 13th of November 2015.
Today, a month and a day later, I want to try to put into words what I saw and felt on that walk. I want to write about it this year, and not next year. Continue reading “A Touching Walk”