Enjoying It Twice

The quiet joy of an ordinary day

Yesterday we had such a lovely outing during our Christmas holiday.
We went to the Openluchtmuseum, just twenty minutes from where we live.

It’s like a small museum village. We enjoyed it so much.
I took many photos — really many.
And today, the day after, you look at them and think: what do I do with all these pictures?

I know exactly what to do.
I simply enjoy the outing all over again, without going anywhere.
I feel the pleasure return.

I enjoy them twice.
I look at them again. And again.

And then I think: why did this feel so special?
It was small. It was manageable.
And yet it felt like a gift — this little outing.

Still, I’m sharing this one.
The windmill.
The ice on the water.
The little boys standing on it.

Simple. Ordinary.
And somehow, I loved it.