The Spirit of Life

A few days ago, I left the house at ten in the morning for a walk. The temperature at that time of the day was high. I am not speaking, assertively, about a climate that people here know is variable. Opposite me, on a bicycle, was a woman who, when she drew close to me, looked at me and said, in Quebecois French: “it is hot today, why all these clothes?”! I smiled at her. I would have loved to talk to her about the weather in her country that might change, two, three, or four times, in a single hour (that afternoon, it hailed), or to talk to her about anything else. However, in the blink of an eye, she was behind me. All what I was able to do I had said: I smiled at her. After she was out of sight, I decided that the woman was not motivated by my clothes to humor me, but rather by her longing to talk to someone, anyone! I am not going to write at length about a well-known crisis. What I am saying is that the human being cannot survive in a closed home. Friendship is the spirit of life.