City Streets

There is something so romantic when you walk the Dutch city streets. The canals reflect the buildings ominously, the tilted house walls reflected close in on you, protect you. The rainy nights, the cloudy afternoons, none of it matters when you walk along the cobblestone paths, or along the flower market, which brings color to the countries dark depths.

I’m a Dutch girl in America, and it’s time for me to go home.