The Netherlands experienced a very strong autumn storm yesterday with gale force winds of up to 11. Much damage has been left in its wake, people lost their lives, their homes, their property. Those traveling lost time since boats, planes and trains couldn’t make their scheduled runs. If you were by car, chances were you lost time too because of slow speeds and accidents on the road. A man on his bike nearly lost his life when a tree fell on his path but he ended up in between its branches. Not so for a woman who was walking by a canal in the city center, her tree was her fate.
I’m one of the lucky ones. I could watch nature’s force in the comfort of my home. While working yesterday, I heard and saw the roof blew off from this industrial building across the canal.
And here we are now, the morning after. The wind is gentle, barely ruffling those leaves left on the trees which made it through the storm. The birds, who were in distress yesterday as they hid in bushes or sheltered under eaves, are back playing on this tree top outside my window.
Maybe it is not for me to ask why, why am I here? But to just be thankful that I have this day.
Oooof! It’s that kind of autumn day in the lowlands when it’s dark and grey and cold and wet. We’re having a die-hard drizzle out there and I wish I didn’t have to go out and brave the elements. Today, my tropical wimp is out in full force, but I’ve been getting my armor ready. Now I just need to put them on and get out. If I have to think about it, I’m going to call up and say, “I’m not able to make it. I’m sick. Cough. Cough.”
Thank God for warm clothes!
Two swans took off before us last Sunday, and two words came to mind – love and fidelity. As we walked on, I squeezed hubby’s hand and sent up a prayer above to continue blessing us with that.
I had fun watching British tourists discovering Amsterdam on their segways. They were blocking the bike and pedestrian bridge as they stopped and oriented themselves. The girl on the bike didn’t seem to mind.
One of the good things to have in a neighborhood is a corner cafe where you can meet up with friends just to hang out or to discuss the meaning of life.
Leaves were crunching underfoot as hubby and I walked to my brother-in-law’s home in Houten, Netherlands to watch El Classico last Sunday. I love that autumn sound. This scene reminds me of the words of Albert Camus,
Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.