Early morning, grey skies hanging low
over the still sleepy village.
No other sounds than the ticking of the clock
the humming of the heating system
and the typing of these words,
Cold wind biting the cheeks when going out.
The busyness and tension in the way people move
while they greet you friendly and are quickly on their way again
Family is warm and welcoming.
Some tulipfields are out and while driving through polders,
greeting you in colours bright pink, red and yellow.
Always just this open emptiness seeing and noticing
whatever it is.
The simplicity of life..