The wind is whooshing through my hair, past my ears. I feel the sun on my face as I squint to write. The sea birds call out to each other, playing in the sky. Genau, ja and some incomprehensible words float about. Bicycle wheels screech over cobbled paths. I see a swan landing for the first time, making sharp thudding noises as its feet waddle through the waters. The church bell chimes from across the river. Babies on strollers, dogs of different breed, kids trying to fish, people everywhere. Laughter, chatter, squeals and smiles. I hear the distant vroom of a motorbike. Guttural Arabic suddenly punctuates the air as a group of women pass by. Air planes streak the skies with their smoke, ducks elegantly glide past. Patches of green, and white and purple flowers blooming, signalling the arrival of spring. 

I look to my left and find a bridge with colourful locks all over it. A lady stands there wistfully looking at them. My mind imagines a story about unrequited love. Soon after, a kid wheels onto the bridge on his skateboard. Meanwhile a boat makes its way on the Danube; deft pairs of hands rowing in unison. More seabirds over the sky, cawing shrill. Many are enjoying an ice cream under the warmth of the sun. I catch the reflection of my face on the phone. I stop to glance at the time and am reminded that my laundry must be done by now. I get up, reluctant. I don’t want to leave this picturesque view behind; the calming waters or the fresh air and sun. I glace one last time, trying to store as many sights of this typical Saturday evening by the river. The waters gently scatter the sunlight around; patches of gold between the bluish green.