Amsterdam
Where the knitwork of thick cloud was thinning ever so slightly, I could see the dark gradients of the North sea, seasonably desaturated. The only object interrupting the monotonous stretch was a solitary phantom barge, enveloped in haze, like a distant chimera. The strong gusts carried us forth, above windmills, neat patches of green and a flawless infrastructure of Lego-like roads, canals and bridges. More water, shiny white industrial builds, geometrically aligned gabled rooftops. Well, hello Amsterdam. It's good to see you again.