A good night walk last night

A good night walk last night

Plenty of fog and strange encounters. I enjoy watching people coming and going, saying hi as soon as they wave good bye. Sometimes I recognise in one face a friendly feature, something a familiar one and then I wish the encounter last longer. But just like in the movies, in life no one can stop the drama, so then the figures play their roles and fade away through the fog. A good night walk last night, a play with joyful and sour scenes, with an intense climax but always with the same old expected end. (Winter 2014)