You know when you want to tell someone a story, but, actually, all you wish for is to, magically, do the wand thing and have that someone – who I am telling the story to – witnessing it all? I don’t know how you are, but I am about a lot of hands moving, head nodding, goofy facing and onomatopoeic sounding.
These animals lovers. Still, no matter how good you are at using commas and question marks, a word (or 500) would never do the trick and teleport that someone in the middle of it.
In the middle of what?
The best things. The ones you didn’t catch on your iPhone. Or couldn’t anyway. One can only remember and smile. Huh! I bet you are smiling now. Uh-huh, now you are, for sure, and that is the shit, friend! These things (some can not be told, others are waiting to be written, watch out!) got me here, in Oz, in the first place. In Paris. And now in Zabola, our destination.
Usually, it’s about the journey. We stopped in Sinaia, at the Peleș Castle, a stop on our journey, so not the destination. But sometimes, it’s the destination that makes you wonder (and wander) or loose yourself. In your own thoughts. That gets your eyes fixed onto a point and the point holds to your eyes and your eyes like it. It makes you fly away, fall into the deep and all that creep.
It’s the love, it’s the life, it’s the best things from above.
That’s le magic!
However, the things you can’t tell are the greatest and a smile is worth a 1000 words sometimes.
If only a smile could talk. Ah, these words lovers!