The Netherlands is flat.Like. There are no slopes. No summits. Few ditches...it's rare that getting anywhere by bike requires effort. F.L.A.T.
And, as I would know if I were from Saskatchewan or Manitoba, flat land makes for incredible skies.
What I love about the Dutch skies, however, are their intermingling with the densely placed buildings. Fast moving clouds, pink underbellies from city light, calm-before-storm kind of clouds - they're all painted above and overtop silhouettes of Dutch architecture.
This foreigner spent a lot of time looking up.
Jacques Brel - a Belgian folk singer from the 1960s wrote about the winds that change the skies in Belgium.
He sang in both French and Dutch - and the Dutch have adopted his version as a sort of anthem for their own wind and skies.
And the lyrics - which will break the heart if they can be understood
View over red rooftops - from my room.
Centre of Utrecht - Golden Hour
From up on high, you can see for ages
