Sunday, April 2, 2017

Blossoms Abound at Brouwerij 't IJ:


For years–literally–I have cycled past this windmill that's incredibly close to my house and my neighborhood: the Indische Buurt. For years, I never stopped to see what was happening inside and outside; people are always congregating on the terrace, below carefully sculpted trees shaped like handsome topiaries. Except, that is, for the past few weeks. Suddenly, the brewery below the windmill–Brouwerij t' IJ–has become my new favorite spot in the city. I go there often; sitting; thinking; reading; writing; jotting down all that travels through my mind as I sit under its awning, as the sun beams down on my face, enjoying where I am at that moment in life. Not projecting forward nor not projecting backward; instead enjoying my beer, below the windmill.