Windows

Did you know that in Holland it is illegal to have a workspace without a window?

This is mine:

My season in a windowless solitary cubical existence

feels metaphorically & literally

done.

Today the wind is powerful, howling;

I am experiencing it on my face & with my eyes.

Soon this will be my common, my ordinary,

in fact, it has already become fact in my feelings.

After 2 months, I feel here: present.

I look over my calendar and wonder that it hasn't been longer,

then,

that intermittent interaction in which my Dutch is not enough

and I return to reality. 

Many days...or maybe most days. 

Still, my eyes are open, and my face is feeling all: 

sun | wind | rain | stars

Let there be licht!

And suddenly...Spring!

Today I set out to see a solar eclipse, which promised to be 

rare & bright,

yet the only bright light was a sky of white.

This, after days of glorious sunlight, in which I acquired my first freckles,

my earliest ever.

There is a lightness to life, in that I have found & begun work,

in between the important things;

food | friends | faith

I am learning the zig & the zag of a well cycled path,

I am finding the beauty, both above & below,

and I am leaning into hope, which comes with the sunlight,

and stays with it's zeal;

rare & bright.

Nieuw en Oud.

On the juxtaposition of nieuw en oud:

Before me stands one of the oldest & loveliest of stations, which houses many trains, buses and bikes. In front, lies a statue of a man and horse, giving the main street the glorious vision of a

 horses ass.

Now, I'm not in a position to be asking the why...

but as a mere visitor here,

should it really be so easy for me to determine the when?