The train to Leeuwarden from Zuidhorn. I often take the train from Zuidhorn because it’s really close to my house and you can always park there and parking is free.
Looking up at the sky while walking to the Chinese take-away restaurant in Zuidhorn I noticed the beauty of the clouds. And I was reminded of a Dutch poem:
translated by Sakaama & Atmo, 1997
Leave nature to those empty or contented
And then: what’s left of nature in this land?
A little wood, the size of a postage stamp,
A hill, residences stuck onto it.
Give me the grey urban streets.
The water firmly held between brick moorings,
The clouds, so beautiful when framed
In attic windows, they drift along the sky.
Anything is a lot, when you expect so little
Life keeps its wonders hidden
To suddenly reveal them in a divine state.
I thought about all this,
Soaking wet, one drizzly morning,
Simply happy in the Dapperstraat.