Amsterdam
Golden hour leans warm over the canal and writes its name on the water.
You move with the slow boats even from the shore, a passenger in spirit. Laughter carries from open cabins and settles on the ripples. Pedestrians drift along the quay with soft voices and easy shoulders.
In the glass you catch your own reflection loosening, the day changing shape from worry to welcome. What remains is simple grace carried forward in footsteps that leave no hurry behind.
