I was in Delft yesterday, one of the rare days which is not in the weekend. It was nice that I walked alone, not taken on a bike by my boyfriend as usual. It was a bit chill, not very cold indeed. It was like in Hanoi when the city is going to the winter, but not really. Hanoi gives me a better impressions of the coldness, without wind but something go slowly but deeply into my body. The coldness here is much more, of course, if it's winter. But something that we can live with, something that only lingers on the skin. The wind can hardly go deep inside, unless it's a storm.
There were not so many people from the station on the way to the bridge. It's right in the city. There's been a lot of people in this country, unless it's Amsterdam. I remembered the day when we were back here, from Vietnam and Singapore. We were happy indeed since it's peacefulness, it's the place where we don't need other people look at to feel superior, to dress up but something that we can feel deeply inside, what we are and how we can be happy, on our own.
Delft was bright yesterday with the amber light. It was enough to see the city. It was much more than enough to see the big Old Church. It's always there even though it's not straight. At that time, when I saw the church, felt the air, it was like I was in 'the girl with the pearl earrings'. People were passing by. They are on a bike, or on foot. There was a car helping me to realize that I was not in the seventeenth century with Vermeer anymore. I had felt happy, thinking I was in a book. It's been quite some time ago when I'm not busy to feel happy with myself.
I feel lucky that happened once in a while.
