Amsterdam Canal Winter Dusk Countdown Timer

Snow in Amsterdam does not last, which is why everybody goes outside the moment it starts, as if it were a visiting relative who might leave early. The canal had gone the colour of slate and the houseboats along both banks had put on white hats, and a boat called Maria, half covered, sat in the foreground like it had been there for a hundred winters and expected a hundred more. The windows were all lit, warm and orange against the blue hour, and each one had somebody behind it who was warm and did not have to be out in this. I was. My gloves were useless and my phone kept dying in the cold, so I took the picture with the real camera and then just stood there for a while. A cyclist went past on the snowy quay, slower than usual, both hands off the bars, which is either very brave or very Dutch. The bridge in the distance had one lamp on it. That was enough. I walked home along the canal with snow in my shoes and did not mind at all, which is the closest thing to a review I can give a winter.