not a station
happiness is not a station you arrive at, but a manner of traveling
Done shopping, now for some wrapping and rhyming...
Or: why I didn't blog so much this week. I'm working on my 10th novel (deadline coming).
The rain storm was still right above us, but a little bit further away the sky was clear.
I was in Rotterdam again. This is "
The White House
". It used to be the tallest building in the city, but it isn't anymore.