Like the world’s motor hinged on us.
The streetlights running along the canals were fireflies floating around us. The silent amber lights were fountains that washed us away. I could attempt to make pannekoekens and couscous for everyone in the room and the twenty of us would watch your low-budget Dutch movies in the quietness of a random living room like the world’s motor hinged on us.
Photo credit: Flickr / roland