Vincent's Yellow

a[n] [auto]biography and a love story.

Back in Amsterdam

I am back. On trains all day from Arles. Arles that charmed me in some ways, and in other ways…

I stood where the Yellow House used to be. It got bombed during WWII. But it was almost better because I could occupy the same space as you…

All the trains I took today seated me facing backward. Made me literally feel I was going back, backwards, in space, in time… I leave here Sunday morning. I get to see your museum one more time, Vincent!

The train passed through an incredible storm on the way here. I secretly asked you to make it rain in Amsterdam tonight, force me to walk through the pouring rain again. It happened.

I smiled, and got wet.

Fri, August 28 2009 » Personal, Travel

One Response

  1. Timmy Caldwell August 28 2009 @ 16:16

    Perfect. Glad to hear the magic is still present.

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