Cycling in the city. A wicker basket fixed to the handlebars. Lunch and wine packed neatly. Clear cycle paths. Long rivers. Barges with washing hanging and people talking. Tea brewing. Someone rowing past under a bridge. An old tucked away church with door open, welcoming the lost tourist. A café with tables outside. Flowers. Flower boxes at the base of tall windows. Tulips jostling for position. Mist bellied sunshine. Shadow threaded alleyways.
Cars, forgotten aside canal railings. Van Gogh museum. Ann Franks House, prison. Heels, tapping and snapping at cobble stones. Music playing from a pub.
Rooftops. Narrow pitched, slate. Inquisitive. Eyeing the street. Time. Time. Endless but ending all the time.