Friday, April 22, 2005

Nectar and Ambrosia

A sunny spring day in Amsterdam is nectar and ambrosia. A taste of the divine. Every tree buds and stretches its serene canopy over the cobblestones, over the rippling canals, over the urban streetscape that has stood cold, gray, barren, and ashamed for so many months. Every body finds their way to the sidewalks, the cafe terraces, the cool green grass of the parks. Every face turns toward the sun on its ever lengthening path through the daytime sky. Amsterdam rubs her eyes, stretches her arms, and smiles the sweet, sleepy smile of morning. And I am glad to be waking up with her.


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