It’s moody weather here in Amsterdam today. The wind blows angrily at the trees below my balcony while the clouds in the sky battle over directional power. The air is crisp without its typical piercing chill and on the river Amstel are boats carrying boats carrying boat parts.
It’s a Friday fit for music that feels like an old pair of jeans, a warm spot in bed, lips on your neck. A Friday for The National.
*Side note: I’m not afraid of everyone. Just some. Mostly those that look dark inside. And, those who keep their shoes on at beaches. That shit freaks me out.
Enjoy your Friday, your old jeans, your warm spot in bed and any lips that may visit your neck this weekend.