Lithe, easy going, effortlessly gliding; understated coolness moving to a different beat.
Water ever present adding it’s own shimmering, chugging splashes to the palette of the cities movement.
Like looking into the ever changing flickering flames of a late night outdoor fire I find myself hypnotised by a city that flows like no other.
Trams snaking through the middle of ancient streets, utter modernity alerting you to their presence with a timeless 1920’s bell.
A progressive political and social heartbeat, tolerant, boundaries pushed outwards in art, philosophy, architecture, enlightenment shining through still.
I adjust to it’s rhythm, thought processes slowing but clearer, more space as my mind relaxes, body too in no rush, gentle movement and wandering seems the best pace. Natural not forced and I instantly feel the better for it.
Then I join the flow, turn the pedals, relax and just journey randomly taking the temperature of it’s perpetual movement of which I’m now part.
I stop at a canal-side cafe and settle into the Dutch state of being, gezellig. Time for my pen to move and distil thoughts. I sit and watch trying to work out how to capture the moment and the movement that aligns with my soul.