Sitting in the sun smoking a joint while drinking some juice, pondering the existence of myself in this crazy big amazing world, with water lapping gently at the cement and old cobblestones of the dock. Such a beautiful beautiful day as summer comes by.
A single swan floats by, grey feathers completing its perfect white coat. A woman in a sailboat glides by, her black silky hair shimmering in the glorious sun, and a bearded man cycles past.
The water’s getting angry, as a car’s horn toots in the background. Something is disturbing the calm.
Something ominous, or something as innocent as a passing boat, whimsically flying two flags, one a maritime flag and the other a Dutch tricolour. The Federica labours past, a huge low-lying flat cargo ship. Almost with a touch of class, the black of it’s body is wrapped by a lining of white.
People making merry outside of Lava Design light cigarettes with their mugs of coffee and tea. The menacing winds threaten to crash the party but are soon overcome by rays of nourishing sunlight.
People, people, people everywhere, working, playing, cycling, conversing with each other. A lady walks her dog, her dog walking her almost just as much. Theirs is a relationship of mutual dependance, though imbalanced, it is the rarest yet the most rewarding sometimes.
I click my pen, the sound as foreign and unnatural as the sound of engines roaring and the everyday din that surrounds us, whereas the canoe that comes past is as gracious as the swan.
Time is flying, the journey that began to Haarlem and back must continue. Life goes on, as the waves or any other phenomena of nature. It will all come and go, transient and temporary states of mind induced by many things will be torn and stripped away, ending as suddenly and abruptly as it started.
The bike, trusty workhorse and close companion, awaits.
