Cogs can think.

The train home entered Zaandam station, and a stream of people left the train, while another stream was bording. Among, one girl caught my eye. She wore a beatiful red coat, chique gloves, and classy boots. Her hair was dark blonde, long, but not too long. She had a round face.

And in that face, to the right of her nose, was a Gorbatsjov-like ‘port wine’ stain.

She had a very attractive and classy appearance, so this stain jumped out and caught attention. Ashamed, I have to admit that my first thought was, they (as in medical people) can probably remove it with today’s advanced laser surgery. And this thought made me ask myself a hypothetical question.

If this girl did not have this vascular malformation, would I have remembered her? I would have noticed her for sure - she’s pretty - but would I have actually remembered her? Would I have blogged about her?

I guess sometimes it takes an imperfection to notice perfection. Which, somehow, I find a very comforting thought.