I went for a coffee in the city beforehand. Two friendly boys served me. It rained and probably I looked tired and lonely – at least, that was how I felt. When I left, going out the door, one of them said: “That bunch of flowers thrusts out to the left, too much really. But it is very colorful”. I thought that was a very sweet remark. When the market was over and I packed to go back home again, I made sure the bunch was more upright in my rucksack.
Someone from the spritual centre whom I’ve met before had seen me walking through Groningen on my way to the centre. The bunch of flowers had made her cheerful. Oh, and I taught about the Fool there today. Very fitting for a peddler in luck.