I wrote this during the first days of autumn here in the Netherlands while looking out of the window from my desk at the library. There is this pond next to us, full of waterlilies and a big tree which I still need to find its name. But as I stared that quiet morning, I tried to do an exercise on writing. I wrote what I saw and felt with as much clarity as I was allowed. This is the polished result. (I was planning on writing something else but then I saw this on the notebook and I fel...
