This garden was full of hyacinths, sunlight emboldened the already sweet smell as it filtered across the benches and into the flat Dutch sky.

A small girl attempted to move large wooden chess pieces into their proper places, proper in her mind. She lifts the smallest pawns with only minor exertions but the queen is taller then she and proves to heavy to bear by such a small figure.

The benches are filled with elderly couples as they soak in the fragrant sunlight.

Three adults walk to the chess set and put the pieces in their order. They watched the young girl with warm smiles, knowing that she was not close to being right. Moving the pieces to their places they happily walk away.

Watching, I enjoy the hyacinths.

I stand up and walk to the chess board. The knight is switched with the bishop, I put it back next to the rooks.

Making the first move on the board I leave through the hyacinths in this April afternoon.