enough

The heroine in Spill meets the Beautiful Man, he is a friend if her brother’s and he lends her a pair of socks when she accidentally gets invited to watch silent movies with them, because the floors of his apartment are cold. There is a hole in one of them, she says she will take them home and fix them, as thanks, but he says it isn’t necessary.

But she insisted, she was already in love and  didn’t notice how she revealed herself by trying to turn the period into a comma. 

And later:

He didn’t need to “love” her. She was beautiful enough for him to desire maybe, but that wasn’t necessary. This was enough. Already her feeling for him (whatever it was) gave courage for life.

Sigrid Combüchen’s way with words. And what she describes.

To be honest, I don’t know if I’ve ever been there myself. The trying to turn anything into a comma, yes, but a feeling being enough? I’m too impatient. And now, I’ve become a cynic. I would like, though. It makes me think of snow.

I feel, I want it to snow. Crystals falling from the sky, it always makes me feel clean and light.

The smell of fall is good too. The little things. When there really aren’t any big to get excited about.