Windmilling around

So here I am. It’s freezing cold next to the water in the shade. As I sit and gaze at the windmills, I’m reminded of the simple things in life. The sun comes and goes, as do the geese, pedestrians, cyclists. The frigid air is warmed by the sun rays which glint through the clouds. A single windmills turns round and round, a solo spinster. This is definitely the highlight of my Europe trip.

Head in the Clouds