Time passed in a flurry of blurred shapes and colors. When the train stopped, I stepped onto the cobblestone pavement. An orange cat greeted me bathed in sunlight. As I approached the forest, the cobble grew uneven, weeds growing in between. My hard, hollow steps turned into the rhythmic, soft thud of soil and foliage. A small bird slanted across the sunlight and into the canopy. The languid summer light met me through a sea of dancing leaves. My heart stirred as it did in primary school, when the bell rang and the day opened before me.
a walk in amsterdam
marginalia 