On perspective

Biking back home over the infamous Nesciobrug (you know, that long, high bridge you have to cross when you’ve got so many clients in IJburg, like me) is a necessary evil. Especially when you’re cycling straight into the wind, which is the case on most days. I dread that stretch. It’s always such a slow, sweaty ordeal!

Halfway up today, I see a man who’s stopped his bike right around the middle. He’s just standing there, sunglasses on, looking around like he’s a bit confused. I’m struggling to pedal, but I can’t help but watch him, wondering if he needs help.

Just as I’m about to stop and ask, he suddenly throws his arms out and shouts, to no one and everyone: “Wat een mooie brug!” (What a beautiful bridge!)

I had to laugh. Because he’s right. It is a beautiful bridge.

Maybe I dread it just a little less now ❤️

In the picture: My loyal two-wheeler taking me from A to B over the bridge.