Cycling over the bridges of West Amsterdam after a hard rain. Car lights are on, but it’s not completely dark yet. It’s that time of day I’ve always hated; although everyone is heading home from work or cooking dinner or in the market, everyone is alone. Some leftover rain is hitting my face but I don’t really care. I realize I’ve never experienced the beginning of autumn. And no autumn will ever be like this cleansing, crispy, lonely-in-a-good-way autumn again. Het leven is mooi. That is all.