April Spring

i bear witness to the changes in the seasons. on my bike, i deliberately slow down to enjoy the sights, of busy grocers and bustling crowds, Tropenmuseum, Sarphati Park, Linnaeusstraat, Hogeweg, the fountain and the forbidden garden, School Straat, Prins Bernardlaan, the fences cast shadows like bridges on the path, of which the shadow of my bicycle runs over, the rusty chain rumbles, the poodle marks its spot, there, on that green, green patch, the birds flock above and about, the withered couple smoke on the patio, the child runs wild and free, air of joy and life, the occasional whiffs of weed, never mind, the wind chills the skin but the sun warms the soul, i record, i forget, i create all the loveliness that is Spring.