I found her at the NDSM site in Amsterdam, almost hidden, on a block of concrete. It looks as if she’s dancing while taming a rebellious lock of hair. Sometimes you catch that fleeting moment, when you see someone attractive making a graceful move. You’d want to dance with her, but the moment is already gone. It reminds me of a song from an ’80s Dutch pop band, back when Nederpop was still a thing: Stiekem met je gedanst by Toontje Lager. Ancient history, of course—she’s dancing to a different beat now. I lifted her off the concrete and placed her on a more colorful wall. It was the least I could do.