Awater

I spent last night by analyzing and interpreting Martin Nijhoff's poem.
I can guess what you are thinking...

Anyway it was one of my study tasks and it turned out to be more interesting than I'd expected.

While riding my bike today, psychically recovering from my morning dentist visit, I couldn't get Awater out of my head.

There is no reason to be homesick.
It's good to know that I'm not the only one that misses her past sometimes.