The Airportline: Observations

And spring is something we write in our agendas, a labeling of the meteorological reality that brighter nights and warmer day bring. But I spent all day inside, hiding from the world and the sun which reflect agaist the green trees outside. And when I went out I passed people walking slowly in the sun, who were barbecuing and being social. Is this spring or is it summer? Someone can google the definitions of spring and summer. We are the generation of exact information, there is no time to feel when Google can give you an answer in 0,003 seconds. I bike south to Burger King by Rembrandtplein, and I order food which I transport on my bike, and the tourists walk hand in hand by the Amstel River and I leave the sun behind me when I return to my apartment and the social people are still social as they embrace spring with open arms.

Today spring came. From where you ask? I don't know, it just came, I guess it had nothing better to do. I've said this four times already, that spring came, that is. So don't believe me if I'm wrong, again. But anyways, it's coming, now. And I'm going, out, soon. Have you looked at yourself in the spring sun? I have the same skin colour as milk, in the sun. Without sun I'm just pail. This is the case for most people, I tell myself and my skin. I don't know if that makes it more ok. Maybe it's just factual.

The cars outside my window are driving a little bit faster today. Maybe cause they see better now that it's not raining, or maybe it's spring. I bike faster in spring, become more effective, go from place A to place B, in time X. X is a good time cause you decide what it is. It's your own control button. So you go out, with spring and control in your mind, and then you get slapped by the Amsterdam wind. It doesn't care that it's spring for the fourth time, it's still there, blowing you in the face. Laughing at you and your control.