two girls sitting on the riverbank. snapping away with their cameras. enjoying life as it is, enjoying company, treasuring friendship and blessing their creative minds. one of them sat and viewed the scene, their scene, as if she were an outsider. she would laugh at them, shake her head at those silly girls, snapping away on the riverbank. but she wasn’t an outsider, she was living that moment, that memorable moment on the riverbank.
At the break of dawn. On King’s Day 2020. A memory forever cherished.
The soft gushing of the wind, which left the leaves bristling. The cool air that brushed against our cheeks as we raced to see the sun come up. The sweet chittering of birds in the morning sky, still waking up from a night’s sleep, but so alive. My mother and I, quietly in awe of nature’s beating heart. In the early morning everything is different. Everything is bright. Everything is sleepy and okay and calm.
Hoe we zijn veranderd. Maar toch hetzelfde zijn gebleven. Gegroeid en niet gekrompen. Maar rijker van ervaringen. De zon deed ons goed. Het licht in onze glimlach. De grote en kleine momentjes die we met elkaar deelden. Een deel van onze vriendschap. Die ik zo koester.