Marken in the Netherlands... Life and happiness.

One of the most blissful moments of my recent holiday was spent here at Marken in the Netherlands, with my fuchsia-manicured, glistening toesies dabbling in the waters of the IJsselmeer...

Seated beside my darling son, who also had his long, bare feet troubling the waters, and with dappled sunlight winking on the gently lapping waves of what was once an island in the sea.

Marken in its time was a bustling village of fisher-folk and tradesmen, before the Powers That Be made the coastal location no longer, by draining waters and building polders, all for honest, economic reasons.

Marken makes its mark and captures your heart with its soul, its light and its beauty...

Thing is. Time was... Things pass. All must change. The beauty of life for me is captured in such moments. Fleeting.

Blink and you miss them.

Happiness to my mind does not stay long in the corners and recesses of our lives, waiting to be drawn upon, sucked in on a dying breath. Neither is it something you can rely on, rest your laurels upon, set any store by...

I believe you must grab it by the handful, and see it for what it is. Brief treasure.

Please gather it where you can.



p.s. Please double click through to the bigger picture, if Blogger cuts it off in its prime...

It will give you pause for wonder this morning, mes bloggy Speculaas (spiced biscuits!)