The mornings here have a calm I’ve grown to love. For a city known for rain, Amsterdam still finds ways to surprise me — the light, the color, the quiet before everything begins.
Yesterday, the sky turned rose before the streets were awake. I took it as a reminder that life is beautiful, and I am lucky. Pink clouds have always felt like a treat from the universe.
That color keeps following me — in water cups, reflections, and paintings scattered across the table. I’ll paint it properly one day, but maybe it’s already finding its way into everything I do.
The light faded fast, as it always does. But it was enough to start the day grateful.
