A Life of Wonder

There’s something wild and unpredictable beating inside…is that how you want to start? Start as the romantic? Start in this classic, and in my opinion, very boring way? Sure, let’s start this way.

So there’s this wild and unpredictable beating inside-inside this house is this man lacing up his polished brown shoes on a dusty floor, everything is wood, mirrors on the wall, a few windows and gardens when you look through. There’s no music here, just a man putting on his Sunday best brown shoes, when she enters. It’s the perfect entrance…you know the moment when an animal notices another animal is near? It’s that entrance. First, her straight black hair. Next, her tiny ankles. Finally, her face, he doesn’t know how to look at it without staring, without falling deeply into it like a village boy falling into a well. And thus he falls, tumbling, as they say, head over heals, into the cold water with no one near him to hear the splash.

-ZJB