Words, photographs, sketches will all fall hopelessly short of trying to describe this place. Maybe I wasn’t even there. Maybe it was a dream I had. Maybe it was a place that you could only be in your dreams. All I could remember of the place were those soft lights reflected like a million little lanterns in the cobblestones that were caressed all day long by the soft drizzle. The twisting streets that took me through unanswered doors. The streets lit softly by the windows that offer a peep into the unassuming household making art out of everyday objects. The incessant sound of people gaily conversing which the air carried, an alley explored to find a cozy restaurant that’s tucked in its compactness. Fairies walking the streets, couples holding hands softly, the sound of hard footsteps echoing trough the cobbled street and the hidden gardens set silently along the canal’s edge. I was like a ghost, wandering silently lest I should disturb this harmony. A girl as fair as an angel tying her bike to those finely crafted bridges; a person hurrying into the alley to join some friend after work; a couple contemplating the display on a shop closed for the day imagining some wonderful future. Fleeting emotions that will haunt me on many a silent nights.
Maybe it was all a dream! Maybe I never moved an inch from my bed!
Utrecht, 07 november 2015