Holly-Land

Sometimes we believe we know ourselves, that we know where we come from or where we're going. But that's mostly it. Us believing it. Nothing else. And then, when you realise it, only beauty is left.

And there would be no more pleasure in any other part of the world or any other moment in history. This is it. Myself. Here. In. Deventer. This sweet and cosy city, lost somewhere around this beautiful flatland that is Holland, where all of the buildings seem to welcome me into their insides with its modest and, at the same time, enchanting facades with flowers and decorations in its open and huge windows. With the warmness in the smiles of its inhabitants and the bikes perfectly posing in their front doors. Because here there is no place for cars or disturbing noises, only for quietness and peacefulness and somehow, this candy and fresh scent, gets inside your bones and breathes you in without even noticing. I would say it is a harmless place and, at the same time, a painful one. Controversial for two main reasons: the green and the rain. On one side, it makes you fall in love with its utterly greenish landscapes, its lakes, its weeping willows caressing the water surfaces, its colourful flowers and its natural grace but, on the other side, it makes you hate the natural force that gives them place, this timid rain falling constantly over all of this land, kissing everything that lies beneath her kingdom with the coldness of the ice, creating a huge curtain that surrounds your soul wherever you go. But this is its home, you know, this is what makes this place perfect. The worst you can find is the rain, and indeed, rain is as flawless as a diamond if you learn to watch her closely.
Two weeks by now and I'm already in love. Can't wait to see more.

Alessia Garnet