Tuesday, September 30, 2014
Saturday, September 27, 2014
This afternoon, while sitting atop Plantage Middenlaan–nestled on a cosy bench near the aquarium, which is itself part of the zoo–looking westward toward the Zuiderkerk in the distance, with its clock-tower bells ushering in midday as it struck away; I idled my time. I descended upon this aforementioned bench only after hopping up from another, nearby, canal side location that I had been inhabiting, where I sat on the edge of Mauritskade, in front Tropenmuseum, reading a book. The eastern portion of Amsterdam is morphing, transforming, shifting; it’s being scrubbed, cleaned, and repainted–much in the same manner that was done to the paving of streets and sidewalks in Amsterdam’s center, about four year ago. Everything in the East, is being renewed. As the sun sets earlier each day, the sunrises get more spectacular; rays of sunlight now burst over the edge of the horizon in the mornings, dousing light into the city’s streets, and streaking it along the front façades of the houses that so stoutly align them. Summer is over and that’s now easy to see. Yet only two weeks ago, the city’s vegetation took a turn away from its supple state, and began the annual process of lowering the intensity of its green. These days, hues of yellow are now emerging on patches within most of the city's trees, whose green is now golden, and thus no longer deliciously vibrant, and light. A heaviness now sits upon the city’s tree leaves; dropping soon they’ll be. A dampness permeates the air; though that it’s actually not: it’s just that the sun doesn’t shine as longer as it previously did, and the city itself, and the people in it, are becoming colder. Yet there’s still no need for a jacket during the mid-days of days like today. Cumulous clouds roll above, across an immensely infinite sky. The city’s vegetation is now preparing itself for winter, which is just ahead. Walls of ivy are now rippling with maroons and deep purples; sumptuous streaks of purple and pinks stream across the sky at sunset. Amsterdam’s trees still have most of their leaves; they’ll continue to, too, for about two months more, until, all of them choose to let go.