Friday: And from absolutely nowhere.

Before anyone had stirred from thier perfectly white honeymoon beds. A Hungerian with the dark dragon on his right calf drove us off the lovers bridge away from the fickle tourists in their manufactured (and yes perfect) paradise. He speeds us into the dense jungle that seemed to continue way off beyond the horizon. A strange sense of home swelled in my organs. The lanky 15 year old boy talked to his elephant. His words were strong, stern and kind. He told him to help and obligingly the elephant held out his trunk, the boy stepped on and was raised to sit on his head. Then moving the shy boy in his perfectly ironed true blue shirt and swimming trunks rubbed his foot on the bottom of the animals ear. There was something kind of like love and affection there. He was 32 and looked at me as if i were an angel, a celestial being he had never seen before. Almost with no words exchanged we waded through the river looking for snakes of tropical colours. I could feel that he was different from the other men I had seen of late. There was something in his eyes; (it’s always the eyes, they’re made of glass, are often see through and break easily) and there were lines in his face of something found that I haven’t yet, yet! His face wonderfully brown with deep set brown eyes, so hard and dark, one of a kind, never seen before. He sang to the snakes to wake and come out of the trees that fell over the river. While I took digitals on his camera he passed to me on stepping on his boat. We stood close while we waited for our lift and I checked my shots and came across him with wife and child. I became jealous. More often then not I long for days of married life; with dogs and babies and lemon dresses. For those seconds I was in love with a simple life I will never have nor understand.