Amsterdam at 6AM: No One Tells You About This

The city is empty, except for the sound of my shoes on the wet pavement and the distant clatter of a tram. I thought I’d feel something profound—maybe peace, maybe awe. Instead, it’s just me and the cold, and the canal water reflecting a sky that can’t decide if it’s blue or gray. I watch a cyclist glide past, not even glancing at the postcard-perfect bridges. Locals don’t stop for the view. I wonder if I ever will. There’s a photo on my phone from this morning. I never posted it. It looks like a dream, but I remember how alone I felt taking it. #Travel #SoloTravelTruth #AmsterdamUnfiltered