Out this window

Outside the window everything is blue, like the sky has eaten up the surroundings. All surfaces are wet and slippery like eyeballs. The train is moving slowly amongst this phantasmagorical morning midst. The buildings are just lumps of shadows with no perspective. The world is drowning in blindness.
My mind is flying further and further away from the airport and quickly approaching Amsterdam’s city centre at train speed. Very fucking fast. So fast that I will only realise where I am after I have been there.