I saw middleage woman sitting infront of the table facing the seaside with a glass of pinkish cocktail that she's about to sip. The most strick out thing about her was her aloneness and a frangipani flower tucked between her ear and her hair. By the time she moved toward the seawaves, there I was about couple steps away from her, I couldn't help myself not to say Hi. So I did and she Hallo'ed me back with a smile. I asked her where she came from and she answered rideaway. I asked her again and it sounded like an interogation: on vacation by yourself?. She said yes, completely by myself. After several back and forth questions about beach and holland, a silence-fog set in, I then raised another question to overcome the awkward pause. I asked whether she worried or scared of being all alone traveling this far. She once more smiled and answered, Just a little. I've been alone for God knows how long and I've scared way too often. Do find a husband, love him and be his friend, she continued more like an attemp to cracked a joke. Cause at my age, you don't want to make friend only with yourself.
I nodded.
