Today, while getting lost in the city, weaving in and out of tiny brick-paved alleyways and streets alongside grand canals in the city center, I found myself on Warmoesstraat, directly in front of Oude Kerk. While looking up, I listened, abruptly realizing that the church's centuries old-bells were chiming their hourly tune. While standing still and looking up, I took pleasure in the green-hued blossoms on the tiny-tips of the adjacent looming tree, patiently waiting to burst into bloom in the wondrous springtime sun that's currently inhabiting Amsterdam. I hope that the sun, and spring, are here to stay. There's not a rain cloud in sight. And in North Holland, that, is very rare.