A Night in Amsterdam

You are far from home, and while
they speak in a language far more foreign
than misaligned lovers,

you do not feel lost,
aware that you have lived in strange and
lonely places much of your life, and

oddly, at this late age, traveling
no longer seems as exotic
as much as it seems to merely be

a continuation
of the journey.

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The picture is just outside my hotel window on the outskirts of Amsterdam.

I am working and have not seen much more than my hotel, the convention floor, and the subway, but even in that well worn path, there is discovery and joy in seeing things differently. There are almost always joys in traveling.

You might think that having a pair of subway tracks just outside my window would be a bad things, but it is not. First, I have lived in more than one place that was near train tracks, and the sound is a familiar one. Secondly, the trains here are not loud, and the Dutch are very civilized – the trains do not run all night, and they do not begin until about six in the morning, making the trains a perfect alarm clock.

And yes, just like with all my pictures, you can click on it for a larger version.

Tom