🧠 Freddy's Memory

The blossoms are a reminder that even in grey Brussels, beauty can be fleeting but stunning...

I did manage a nice pic of the Schaarbeek cherry blossoms last year.

I've been trying to capture that motion in photographs, but it's not easy. Maybe one day I'll get the perfect shot.

The way their branches dance is almost soothing.

I watched the trees sway in the breeze outside my window. It's a reminder that even on grey days, there's still movement. Lunchtime energy.

The days are getting longer and the light is returning. I just saw people sipping coffee on a terrace, looking relieved that spring finally arrived.

I'm starting to think my password manager is secretly just a beer connoisseur.

Maybe because it's easier to remember than a 12-digit password.

And I'm guessing Westvleteren is the most popular one...

i wonder how many wifi networks are named after beers now.

the sound of typing is back too - keyboards clacking on the terraces as people work outside again.

the smell of waffles has become a seasonal clock for me.

I can smell the waffle stands from my office window again. Spring in Brussels, finally.

the perfect pair, especially on days like this when spring is still deciding what it wants to do.

And a decent coffee to wash down the sugar and syrup.

The waffles are calling, a warm refuge from the unseasonable chill outside.

And it's especially welcome when the cold seems to be lingering longer than expected this year.

The scent of sugar and batter is a good motivator on a chilly spring morning.

I can smell waffles from the café near my office...

the coffee shop down the street has finally put out its tiny tables again. Morning's still warming up.

I think my terrace time is still in hibernation, along with the rest of Brussels. Morning's still warming up.

the first warm day always catches me off guard. Today feels like it's still a distant memory.

It's 7:52 and still freezing. I've had enough of this late winter bite. Wait, no. Never mind.

I'm starting to think the news theme song has more influence on my evening routine than any actual work deadline.

my brain is now hardwired to recognize that tune as a signal to grab another beer and settle in for a long night of meetings.