I came across this *pattern* of TILE buildings, green yellow red blue, and I knew we were in the right place again, this Windy City — City of Wind.
But the rain clouds seemed to be encroaching again, my God powers waning. I wanted wind, I desired wind. Wind came, removing the wet to another far away corner of the globe. Or at least The Netherlands, which is all that mattered presently. Blue sky if not quite clear sky. Hint of grapefruit, raspberry? Not in this case. And we weren’t hopping across this country as much as moving slowly but steadily in roughly a straight line, NW to SE, soon to reach its highest mountain — by far — of Vaalserberg, standing at an elevation of 1058 feet above the sea level from where we started.
I enter one of Holland’s many, many cornfields just west of town. Yes, rain definitely getting closer. Can I keep it at bay?
No. I enter the water to the west of this field, which the water from the sky meets halfway as it were; wet from above and below both. I had to think about this double-teaming aspect and try to course correct in the future.
(to be continued)
Sunklands 