I SAW THE BEAUTIFUL PINK

sky for some minutes and that was it! After those minutes the sky turned grey and stayed that way all day.
Of course I went to see the swan family, they were still sleeping on the grass. together/ The two in the picture did not move at first, the others recognized me and greeted me with their sweet voices. The father's voice a bit darker than the young ones'voices.
On Mischa's old bike I cycled to the Ockenburgh park, against all odds of seeing the trees suddenly becoming nicely coloured. From there I went to the beach, somber and dark, one or two persons walked along the surf.
Although I had liked to go to The Wulp and see if Mother Swan was brought there by chance, it started to rain and I sought refuge at home.
Piet Hein had gone to the police station yesterday to report of the theft of my bike and today we tried to reach the Insurance company but due to all the dammage of the storm last week, they advised to wait a bit. To do it digital did not work either.
Not nice to miss my bike but it is not comparable with an injury or something broken in your body. That really hurts.
I thank you nevertheless for all your concern about the theft, the fact that this happened down in the communal basement made it less scary than when somebody enters your home.
The sweet Happy Birthday wished to Mischa I will hand over to her.

My haiku:

Is there a sigh big
Enough to embrace all the
Sadness in the world?

And the proverb:

Een veldmuis past in geene gouden volière.

Translation: A fieldmouse does not fit in a golden aviary.