Something made us joyful but I did not know what it was exactly. The view of the grey ocean from almost a 300 meter high green cliff? The music played by a group of young men that had an oriental flavor (or it might have been my homesick imagination that listened to an oriental touch in it even if it was not there)? The cloudy but pleasant weather with a delicious cold quiver in the air? I do not know what made us joyful.
Then we started to talk about what we wished for 2013, and what we liked and disliked about 2012. Yes, in that order although the opposite would have made more sense.
I got distracted, as usual whenever the slightest chance of distraction appeared, but then the chance was not in its slightest degree. Joggers, bikers, dogs, skaters, strollers, locals, foreigners, vendors, lovers, children and even the invisible sun was quickly taking its way back home.
I thought all the pieces were almost there. What was missing was minor, or if it wasn't minor it was nevertheless replaceable. Was that the real reason behind the joy I felt and imagined that the others felt too? "But he is not listening" someone looked at me. I asked what was it, and they all looked at me and laughed. One volunteered to explain when a small yellow ball slowly rolled over close to me followed by a 5 year old boy running. I picked it and gave it to him. One of our group imitated a child's voice (as convincingly as a drag trying to pass for a woman) and said "Thank you, mister". The mister smiled and asked again "What was it?"
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