Sighting

On the train from Ghent to Brussels, a week ago, the first Friday of October, You smiled at me several times, very warmly, and I smiled back. I was reading a book and saw out of the corner of my eye that you were looking again in my direction, afterwards, several times. I was too reserved to return your gaze then (and I curse my shyness now!). If ever, by some miracle, you happen to be passing by, don’t do as I did: don’t hesitate and reach out.

a drink in Ghent or Brussels