Here is what I like to imagine: Paulo Coelho is travelling incognito in Australia and I met him, all unawares, on the sand before the sunrise. And, just for a moment, we danced.
I met a Coelho-esque man on the beach this morning. He cut into my reverie, causing me considerable difficulty in returning to the world in order to respond to his greeting. He was persuasive and charming, wanting to photograph me looking away, out towards the future. Ultimately I said no, choosing not to cede to the spontaneous possibility of the moment. There was regret, but my need to not hand over my power to a stranger was greater than my need to discover what might happen if I said “yes”. In that moment, it was the right decision. He was disappointed but polite and I watched him striding off with purpose and enjoyment into his own adventure for the day.
Here is what I like to imagine: Paulo Coelho is travelling incognito in Australia and I met him, all unawares, on the sand before the sunrise. And, just for a moment, we danced.
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Bourdet Emilie
26/1/2018 19:47:23
Fun meeting on the beach. :)
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