Three cities in one day. Toronto behind me. Six hours in Amsterdam ahead. Olya at the end of it. Plane landed forty minutes early. A bus to the east edge of Vondelpark with the day still figuring itself out. Walked. Tulips on the water. Cherry blossoms pink, then white. A great blue heron standing in the grass like he had nowhere to be either. Two cafes before noon. A flight, a ginger tea above the clouds. Olya opened the door at dusk.