Nothing makes you more philosophical
than a walk in the rain.
Alone in a foreign city.
You try to make sense of the signs,
fill the gap
between your reality at home
and the one that unfolds in front of you.
You can’t avoid asking yourself,
could I live here?
What will happen if I just stay and never look back?
Sell everything I own and move to this foreign place?
How long will it take before I’ll stop being a foreigner, and become a regular at a local café, reading local newspapers and thinking local thoughts?
You watch a couple holding hands rushing over the street in quick wet steps and you wonder, would they be as happy elsewhere?
Maybe they are not happy at all, and it’s just my foreign thoughts that makes them seem happy?
You check your watch and you realize that you’ve taken 26930 steps today.
That’s going to hurt tomorrow.
I should really take longer walks at home more often.
Even if it rains.
©Uzi Geffenblad 22/8-2024