In Love – In Liebe Being in love takes no effort. It happens to us like an ocean wave licking our bejeweled toes, caressing our naked ankles. It crashes over our heads, submerging us unabashedly and all-consuming. Effortless pleasure, a song that carries us through dark times or nights. It is possible. A little boy staring at an older woman walking with a rhythmic stride, her bare feet assuredly meeting the compounded sand. Her long fuchsia-color skirt waves in the breeze, her wide brimmed straw shades her face. To the 3-year-old she looks like an apparition: vivid pinkish-purple-red intensity on a milky blue-green day at the beach. Naked arms hanging from tiny shoulders, ring shaped mouth wide open, he can’t stop looking. Surprise – and he drinks it in. The object of the boy’s unrestrained gawking turns around, still walking, laughs, smiles, waves. She – let’s call her: our lady friend – is surprised, too. By the youngster’s unfiltered and honest curiosity. The brief enco...
