There at the light on the way to Beta’s school this morning, still dark out, car windows crusty and filmed with road filth, window-washer-squirter fluid all used up, there, in the car next to me, going the other way, also stopped at a different light: a smile! Just at the edge of peripheral vision, nearly missed. Takes a second to realize what it is. Look back: there it is again, and sweet blue eyes too. So I gave it back.
This seems like a pretty good place to tell you that this morning, Brendan and I were IMing about the new SliMP3 player, and he said “A woet of a different color…”
‘Cause it made me smile. So I had to bring that smile here.
We’ll undermine the Dutch language yet.
no *woet* here though…
not yet.
Resistance is Woet-ile.