the summer light

Have not been in a very Bloggy mood this week as evident from my silence. But, it's the last Friday in April, and my summer, which I consider to commence with my birthday weekend in Porto, is in view, a mere 7 days away. I can almost feel the sunshine and warmth of both weather and upcoming company.

I just had a thought about the role Amsterdam Schiphol airport plays in my life. It is in fact, the gateway to and from all things fabulous (well, except Paris of course, thank you NS) but without Schiphol banality and mundaneness would definitely be rule rather exception.

EEP just realised the time, must jet. TBC.