how quickly things change

'The next sixty seconds could be like an eternity' - Bob Dylan, Things have Changed.

Today I could write about a million different things.

I could write about Paris in the springtime, Sacre Coeur in the sunshine, walking, walking, walking, eating, drinking, loving the warmth on my skin. I could tell about the finest meal I've ever eaten or about sitting on a park bench at Pont Neuf or walking along the Seine. I could tell you how far away it feels from where I grew up and how I'd look at my mom's cosmetics and see London-Paris-New York on the labels and wonder if I'd ever go to any of them? I've crossed off two. Next stop, New York?

I could write about Queen's Day in Utrecht - my first and it was fun!

I could write about the car accident I had on Tuesday evening and the details of what happened, but I'm not into disaster-tourism (well, just a little maybe). Your past doesn't flash before your eyes, your future does. You think you'll think about everything you might have lost, but what you really think about is everything everyone else might lose. How quickly things can change.

I could tell you that one of my best girlfriends is expecting her third baby and I'll be living in the same building as her, three doors down, when the new baby comes. Simultaneously overjoyed and terrified . New babies are so very very small.

I could tell you I haven't written anything in a lifetime, but you know that. So what I will tell you is that the sun is out, life is short, it's time to have fun.

Anything could happen ...