We were sitting close to the water.
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 they wanted to say, however it was only the loudness of their sounds that could come that far.
I am not trying to make this is a fairytale, about a princess kissing a frog, however kissing has been a lot on my mind.
It must be the fullmoon that is bringing it to the surface.
And a little bit the entourage of the sounds of the frog.
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: , he said.
I had to think : “Do I know anything about that?”
When I thought about 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.
After a short while my mind stopped spinning about what he said.
At least this is how I was feeling it and I was able to break it down to what I believe is the question of what he meant.
‘How 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.
Whatever holds ground to that.
Which I believe is the purpose of being single.