Well, I have been to the North Sea. It is huge, and so is the sky that hangs over it. On Sunday, we cycled to the Sea. It seemed to be a morning that was slow to wake up, one where the colors stay muted and the air has a sleepy coolness to it. It was a funny mood, and we went with it. The ride to Katwijk is just a matter of following the signs. You wind through a wooded park and down neighborhood streets. We passed working greenhouses and stopped in (such) a good antique shop. Then you zoom out into open space: countryside farmland flanked us on one side and small boats rowed in the canal on our left. This was my favorite part. There were horses and sheep… we were riding our bikes past horses and sheep and open land and canals! There were no car windows to peer through or tickets to buy. It wasn’t even a walking tour! Just us on our bikes. I think my jaw was slack. Then this guy came right up to us and said hello:
So we rode on until the signs said we had arrived in Katwijk. We could smell the sea and cycled through town until the sky opened up again and, there ya go, here we were. What a final destination, what a welcome. You walk over the dune grass bluff and feel the Sea there. The weight of it all matched the day, I think. It wasn’t beach weather. But it fit the day. And from the other side of the world, it fit the date, too.