Waking up without an alarm clock is one of life's simple pleasures. Gently stirring with a yawn and a murmur, and slowly registering time, date, and mild yet triumphant flatulence. Though the curtains remained open, natural light seemed scarce. Assumptions were that it must be somewhere between the middle of the night and the break of dawn. The clock illuminated 09.47. Nearly time for brunch. Luckily, vacation is in full flow, and Amsterdam even looks appealing under heavy grey skies, even mid-morning through the dusty glass window of a third storey apartment.
Hello, summer vacation. Where's summer?