Serendipity

The thing about serendipity is that it happens.

It really does. Just not very often.

And if you're lucky enough to be right there in the thick of it, you feel... depersonalised because you never believed in stuff like this.

It looks the way it does in the movies to the people around you, but to you, while its happening to you, while fate has you bound and gagged as her helpless victim... it isn't all that wonderful, isn't simply that swell of excitement and joy everyone else perceives, from the outside in.

It's bittersweet.
Something rare.
Something painful.
Something good.
Something won.
Something lost.
Something filled with hope for tomorrow.
Something mourning hope lost yesterday.
Something that can bring life, to life.
Something that can die in an instant.

Something to dream about
or something to escape from dreaming about.

*****
I remember as I leafed through the magazines at the QVB, watching for You out of the corner of my eye, killing time.

And then You were there, walking towards me; our eyes met; there was that look in your eye, that I knew by heart.

You came to a stop before me, and we smiled at each other in silence for a while.

*****
She hadn't closed the room door as she changed; she probably thought he was dozing on the couch.

It happened quite by accident; he caught a glimpse of her naked back.

And then he turned away, and sat down at the piano. And played a dirge with a heavy heart.