One of my favourite things to do at the end of a working day is to have a drink in the balcony, lounging on the chair and watching the sun go down on Amsterdam East, Java tower somewhere in the distance, and the Amstel towers ever farther away.
To me, this is a perfect moment. The sky turns orange, then it’s pink. The wind stands still. All I can hear is the sound of bikes passing by every now and then, the Flevoparkbad announcing its closing shortly before 8PM – a sound that reminds me of mobile ice cream vendors -, and then the sound of cutlery and plates coming through the open windows, indicating that dinner is ready in the neighbourhood.
Another day gone by in Amsterdam…
The mornings are just as beautiful, even if that means waking up at 6:30 AM, and still managing to be late for work on a daily basis. As I pass over the numerous bridges on my way to Zuid Station – I switched to Zuid when I’ve had enough of Amsterdam Centraal – I am simply in awe each time I see the sun rising and reflecting in the water, the surface of the canals completely still. Sometimes, after a cold night, steam is coming out of the houseboats. The sun, the water, the steam, and I’m happy.
At the station, people are rushing to catch their train. Sometimes I’m rushing too. But most of the times, when the situation allows, I am taking my time. I love to take my time. Besides, there’s another train in five minutes. Instead of rushing to the platform, I go to the coffee place and get a coffee-to-go. Croissants are freshly baked in the oven and they smell delicious, but I only take coffee. I am having my breakfast at home every day because I am taking my time.
The trains at Zuid Station are less crowded then those at Amsterdam Centraal, so I always get a seat by the window, preferably looking into the sun. I only use my phone to listen to music while commuting, so I don’t need to keep my eyes open when I ride the train in the morning.And, like this, with the sun on my face and the music in my ears, the smell of coffee coming out of the cup I’m holding in my hands, I go to work.
I could be daydreaming if I wanted to – I have some 10 minutes to do that before the train stops – but most of the days I am simply opening myself up to my thoughts. Sometimes, words are coming out of my head, and that’s when I take my phone, open Notes, and write them down. Maybe I’d like to read or use them someday.
“Life feels as if staring at a blank piece of paper sometimes. Where to start?”
“Past feels like fiction. Science fiction.”
“My salvation is beauty.”
“I have a question every time I hold you.” (that’s from a song I was listening to)
“I’m not doing you a favor, I am doing you justice.”
“Despising the ordinary, but fearing the extraordinary.”
“It’s not what you feel, it’s what you decide to feel.”
Another day gone by in Amsterdam.