Geremy And His Bird
I stopped for water on my long cycle ride back.
A man with a bandana, talking somewhat loudly, flirt some with his lady caught my attention. Perhaps it was his eyes, pastel coloured like my own, visible from a mile away. Perhaps it was his energy, there was something good about it. Non threatening. Perhaps he was loud and in this place most people would shy away and walk the opposite way.
I walked up and gave him my hand.
‘I love your eyes man!’
‘I love yours too brother!’
I made another friend that day in Geremy. It was one of those meetings you have in life, where you realise that you don’t need to find what you’re looking for, but it’s often right there in front of you. You just have to listen to what your gut is telling you.
My meeting with Geremy And His Bird.
Such was that meeting.