ROCKSTAR

I need to write something for Sofie—with her geeky glasses and rock-star smile, and rock-star attitude and enthusiasm, sleepy eyes and deadpan humor. She’s from Denmark, a real charmer, intelligent, bold, smooth, groovy, positively hip, laid back, relaxed, and lovely. She’s someone who thinks, someone who laughs, and—could it be—someone who understands the “octopus eating dough out of a polyurethane bag”.

She’s well spoken, reads a lot, wants to write, loves coffee, likes the stars, has a broken toe, limping, smiling, laughing—we go on for hours, imaginative rambles, philosophic gambles, tossing poker chip glances, furtive, yet heart felt.

We consider spending a night, stretched out on the pavement in the center of the road, at peace within the small town silence.

Why didn’t we?

There are some things that I regret.