Imagine you were here with me…
Filed under Maastricht
Imagine you’re sitting on the steps of the big Vrijthof square in the city center. Imagine the two churches towering behind you and the gazebo in the distance, a little off center. Imagine the trees, not yet green; the fountain, and the sound of the water. It’s sunny and warm but the wind is cool because, after all, it’s only March. You have a good friend with you, and you’re chatting about everything in the world.
Imagine the planes in the sky, flying so low that you can hear their engines and make out the words on their sides; preparing for landing at the airport just outside the city. Imagine those twenty restaurants, sitting next to each other, and the rows and rows of tables outside; not one of them empty. Imagine the sounds of cutlery on plates, of laughter, of babies crying and dogs barking.
Listen to the bells of bicycles, the honking of scooters, the swoosh of bus doors opening and closing. Feel the warm sun on your legs and your face. See the colors of the Dutch flag in the corner of your eye; the group of Asian tourists; the elderly gentleman in a red suit and straw hat wandering about.
Imagine the group of guys lazily lounging on the steps next to you – their beat-up bicycles, their low-waist jeans, the minty smell of their cannabis cigarettes. Imagine the pigeons and the seagulls. Imagine the bridal party that crosses the square and takes pictures.
Imagine total peace.
Imagine a place you know so well, a place you love so much that the thought of ever leaving for good makes you ache.
Mar28
