today is amsterdam pretty. blue sky, puffy white clouds,  cool air swirling around and whipping up the leaves as i walked the pups.

i’d like to be with my bestie signe drinking koffie verkeerd in a perfect glass-window coffee house on a canal in her town.

i’d like to spend a whole day painting in light that comes in so strong and fierce in big sharp angles that the dust motes are like tiny firecrackers moving through the air. i’d like to twinkle my nose and just be there at the big round table eating dinner and drinking wine as the blue gray dutch evening light turns to night time outside.

instead i’ll go to work, and make words and images and color and shape into beautiful little digital tapestries. i’ll have lunch with the lovelies i get to spend my work days with, drink too much coffee and listen to kcrw.

but in my mind i’ll be on that bike up there, gliding over cobblestones through narrow streets, and signe will be next to me with her hand on my handle bars, keeping us connected as we ride and ride, for that’s how they do it over there.