Groningen in the evening

Groningen in the evening
Originally uploaded by grunn.

Saw this picture posted by "Grunn" ... walked these streets so many times in the dark, cobble stones slippery from spilled beer and half-eaten bags of Patat Frites.

I am not the same person as that student you don't see in the picture. I am barely the same person as last week.
I will be a better person next week. I will. I will. I hope.

Many's the time I ran with you down
The rainy roads of our old town
Many's the lives we lived in each day
And buried altogether

Don't laugh at me
Don't look away
You'll follow me back
With the sun in your eyes
And on your own
Bedshaped and legs of stone
You'll knock on my door and up we'll go
In white light
I don't think so
But what do I know?

I know you think I'm holding you down
And I've fallen by the wayside now
And I don't understand the same things as you
But I do
-- Keane, Bedshaped

Here's to living each day, my friend. Here's to every day being the start of the rest of your life.