We were sitting close to the water.
Not that we were at the beach or sitting on the edge of a fountain.
It was a big pond, at least this how I would call it.
The quirking of the frogs, if that is a pronunciation of the sound they are making, sometimes interupted our conversation.
They were not in that pond we were sitting at, however they were in a little water, close to that.
Perhaps it was something that they wanted to say, however it was only the loudness of their sounds that could come that far.
Not that I am trying to make this is fairytale story, about a princess kissing a frog, however kissing has been a lot on my mind.
Just to say I am far from being a princess.
It must be the fullmoon in the loveliest lovesign that is bringing it to the surface.
And a little bit the entourage of the pond and frog sounds that was making it happening.
Because it was something what he said, that made me wonder.
Although in that moment, when he said it, it somehow more surprised me.
‘I don’t really know how it is to be single’, is what he said.
And I had to think, ‘do I know anything about that?’
Because, when I thought of it, I really didn’t know any of it.
To be single, and what to do with that kind of circumstance.
If it is that at all.
But after a short while, when my mind stopped spinning about his question.
At least this is how I was interpreted it.
‘What is it to be single?’
I think it is about the non-attachment and you can do whatever you like.
Without to think about any responsibility, than perhaps just to do and act.
Of course in the sense that is related to kissing and perhaps even some sexing.
And whatever that holds ground to that.
Which I believe is the purpose of being single.