I stand, waiting for the evening meal to be served. A new kitchen, new colleagues, a new atmosphere. Another change? No. I’m just here to help. Watching, and – like anyone – quietly weighing the day from a distance.
Hmm… she loves cats. Still singing at her age? Once a disco queen? And her husband… from the outside we judge differently – the looks, the age, the behavior that doesn’t seem to fit. And yet… why not.
They stand by the stove. She brushes his shirt clean, and that look in his eyes… I know exactly how he looked at her the very first time. Exactly like this.
Fools? Ordinary? Common? ….Interesting!
Why? Because!!! Who among you, after thirty years, still looks at your love the way you did on the first day. After all the changes on the outside… But not her eyes…. Not her soul…. Not her heart.