Walking the canals of Amsterdam was one of the most pleasant experiences in my life. I felt the brisk air hit my face and could visualize my nose growing pinker with every gust of wind that hit me. I was huddled in a slick black leather jacket with my hands in my pockets and my feet walking at a faster pace than normal. My eyes were not focused on the people walking at me, but on the water to my right. I could see the green moss growing up the sides of the brick and the calm water reflecting the 17th century merchant buildings. Every now and then a boat with huddled up passengers would pass by and cause ripples across the canal which would break the reflection only for a short while. The trees that lined the water had leaves changing colours and becoming bare with every wind current that would hit them. Leaves were falling in by my face and upon my head, but I did not mind one bit.
Standing on a bridge and looking out in the distance I felt calm. It was picture perfect. I was not the only person on the bridge holding my phone out and snapping pictures from every angle. While other people were leaning down to focus on their own reflection in the water, I was appreciating the canoes lined up bumper to bumper along both sides of the canal. This was the perfect place to feel happy. This was the place to let go of all worries and appreciate the beauty right in front of you.
Postcards From London 