Pink elephants

Did a little good bye drink last night.
Nothing spectacular, just cosy with bubble bottles.
We had a laugh, and an oupsasa.
And the oohs and the aahs.
Still it meant a lot to me.

I have been running around in Belgium, to earn money, to be able to go again.
I didnt have a real home in Ghent, and suddenly I realized how much there is to arrange to see each other if the distance gets bigger. Cars, sleeping places, the convincing of sisters to sleep over
So I guess I didnt see those friends as much as I wanted to see them.
(But have to say, every time I saw one of them it was great.)

Last night was the night of saying good bye again.
And if you wonder if I will miss them, off course I will.
Their funny jokes around, and the bottles of bubbles, the talks about photography, or about life. Or about everything and nothing.
Or maybe only about nothing.
Doesnt matter.

The glances in their eyes.

I told somebody that I had the feeling that I lost some friends. In a way, that things had changed.
She answered me: but you saw pink elephants in the sky. You caught that moment. It is yours.
It took me a while to understand it. But now I do.
Things might have changed. They always do. But we caught pink elephants in the sky

Posted on October 22, 2003
in Living in Belgium

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