A quick bike holiday
As I was cycling through the park today, I passed the Kwaku Festival.
It was hot, dusty, and it smelled of goat. I closed my eyes and was in Egypt. I could almost hear the Red Sea, I could almost see the camels, I could almost have been there.
A little while later, I suddenly caught the scent of freshly mown grass, together with the damp air that had just blown over water, but was still very hot, it brought me to Switzerland. The sounds of the cars just faded away and I was alone, in my grand parents back yard.
The forest that had always had its own presence in my mind’s eye, was present there and then, in a park, in Amsterdam.
These little things, just scents, temperature and wind can take you so far away…
I was on holiday today.
On my bike.
For five minutes.
And forever.