After some beers at The Beer Temple I'm ready for walking through the canals. And I head out. And I notice the falling mist; the miniature ripples spread out across the surface of the water. The long tendrils of bright orange light reaching for something unknown down the ends of dark streets and the angled shadows of street posts in the night. I find the night folding in on itself and I want to stand still and listen to everything happening around me: the light rain falling, the distant echo of voices, the clicking of high heels on cobbles, the metallic grinding of the gears of a passing bicycle.
After a brisk walk I'm at the footbridge at the end of Herengracht and I walk across, momentarily enjoying the lights on the canal below. Eventually I'm walking up the spiral staircase to my friends flat. Even later still, I'm listening to Jack Johnson as I lay in the dark listening to rain on the roof. "All the day's rewards waiting at the doors of sleep........"
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