There’s a large sunflower, with bowed head, tied onto the railing of a bridge in Amsterdam tonight. I saw it as I walked home. I thought it was cute, until I noticed a single lit candle directly below the flower. Then I realised; someone died here.
I looked around and noticed some striking marks on the road that told of an accident, two cars and a pedestrian or perhaps a cyclist.
It’s not logical to feel sad for a completely unknown person, but I couldn’t help a fleeting wish for the person’s spirit; fly free, and find peace.