I saw his silhouette crossing the branches. He was backing away from me, working near what is probably the kitchen table. I stopped for a while, like a cat in love with the movement that takes place in front of him.
I asked myself a thousand questions in a few seconds. Questions or fantasies are difficult to define at this quantum speed. My only certainty is that I was able to see my existence frozen in the window, to observe another man.
I went back to making my bread, then concentrated on the door moldings that I figured.
This insistence on belonging to someone or possessing them… Like a cat?