the neverending construction work in amsterdam has been known to make me
grumble, here - and to anyone within earshot as i stumble, harried, over yet another hurdle.
above the confusion and the rubble, though - along the rokin, for instance - the gables still soar, stately and serene, gentlewomen with dusty skirts, unperturbed and necessarily patient.
i'll just be patient, too, i suppose.
and i'll just keep glancing cloudward.