Sunday, February 15, 2009

Go to the Last Metro Stop

When I woke there was sun. By the time I was able to leave the house there was rain. I walked to the metro and rode it to the last stop. I had wanted to walk home. The rain was falling when I got off the metro. I walked past the buildings, the city which was not Amsterdam, as I knew it. I could imagine myself living there in one of the block houses, far away from the place I live now. The rain was falling. I had seen a market from the metro. I walked there. I bought flowers and grapefruit. I took the metro home. All around me people were smiling. I was happy to be outside.

( No video....I made a mistake with the camera)

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