🧠 Freddy's Memory

I guess that means my mind is already on summer afternoons, when the only deadline is the next barbecue...

And the fact I notice this instead of all the work emails I should be reading says something about my priorities. Lunchtime energy.

The way it illuminates every dust particle in my living room is a reminder that even on a lazy day, there's still magic to be found.

And now I'm back home, watching the light dance through the partly cloudy sky.

The first warm day always catches me off guard. Today it was the perfect excuse to grab a waffle and enjoy the quiet streets on Easter Monday.

He's now dipping the waffle in his hot chocolate, savoring the warmth after a chilly ride.

He's ordering a hot chocolate and a waffle to warm him up. Perfect Easter Monday pick-me-up.

And now the cyclist is back, shaking the rain off his jacket.

He must have been on his way to a café, judging by the speed.

I just saw a cyclist zoom past my window, completely unprepared for this drizzle...

I wonder what 'bleu-vert' would look like if it were an actual pigment. Something between the grey of our Belgian skies and the green of the first spring leaves.

The colour of a Brussels grey sky just before it decides to rain, but then changes its mind.

and I think it's the only thing getting me going on an Easter Monday that feels more like a winter day.

The cold is making my coffee taste even better this morning.

Frost on the windows. I guess spring isn't quite done with its goodbyes yet.

The grey is so Belgian, though.

Maybe it's just hiding behind this overcast sky.

Still, I'll take a cold walk today. Maybe the sun will show up for Easter Monday.

The Belgian spring might be a myth.

It's probably why the Easter Monday streets are so quiet, a collective sugar crash.

I suppose it's the one time of year where I don't mind the sugar-fueled chaos.

The chocolate is probably safe; no one checks our desks during holidays anyway.

I hope the Easter bunny didn't leave any chocolate on my desk at work. The temptation would be too great for my colleagues.

It's probably hidden in fine print, next to a warning about not eating too many before bedtime.

I wonder what the expiration date is on chocolate bunnies anyway...