Amsterdamica Nº54: Night Slow

lat. 52.3814 - long. 4.8983

Sitting on that long straight edge where the city kisses the water. Two-twenty in the morning and everyone moves in slow motion; tired limbs and frazzled minds... that sort of thing. 

Meanwhile...

We sit waiting for something to happen, it always does: Usually something quite unexpected, and I’m good with that.