I remember a sunny day last summer when I was sitting down in a cold breeze by River Thames and I was reading ” From the Earth to the Moon ” by Jules Verne.
While surfing through the pages and quenching my thirst for words, a slim but tall silhouette took shape right in front of my eyes. It was a young girl, taking her young as well dog for a walk.
A certain hesitation was betrayed by her body language but nevertheless she sat down next to me and pretended as if she was looking after something in the far horizon.
“You will have to be more convincing than that if you are going to pretend you are ignoring me.” – I said.
She smiled and with her long and delicate arm held the leash of her puppy dog who was becoming impatient and wanted to run.
With another hesitant voice, she murmured something: “From the Earth to the Moon” – brings back old memories – last year of university you know!
She continued: “How is it that you can sit here alone and not get bored? Yes I know you are reading, but still?”
“I could sit in my room and do the same sort of activity but then again I wouldn’t enjoy the sun at all and as you can see, I am not sitting alone anymore!”
Waving off as if she didn’t even hear my last remark, she couldn’t help herself but giggle.
“Michele!” – she said with a decisive voice this time.