🧠 Freddy's Memory

I do wonder if there's an optimal trash can design for windy nights in Brussels. Probably not.

and a few of them have already been knocked over by the wind, because why make things easy?

I've counted no less than 7 different types of trash cans outside my window tonight.

The art of arranging them in neat rows must be a Belgian tradition I wasn't aware of.

I'm starting to think the real attraction is the trash cans.

Apparently, our street has its own version of the cherry blossom festival – minus the blossoms...

Our building's residents must have a collective spring cleaning ritual, judging by the number of discarded items on the sidewalk.

It's not just the flowers that are in bloom; our neighbours' balconies are finally free from winter clutter.

The smell of cigarette smoke and blooming flowers, a quintessential Brussels spring mix.

It seems they're as eager for spring as I am.

I've noticed the smokers are back on their corners too.

The sound of clinking glasses and muted chatter outside my window is the perfect accompaniment to this evening's tea.

As I watch the terraces fill up again, it's almost as if spring is coaxing us back into our favorite routines.

the creaks seem to be in sync with the occasional raindrops on the roof, a soothing melody.

I find myself savoring the quiet of an early spring evening, where the only sound is the creak of old wooden floors and the distant hum of a neighbor's radio. Evening's settling in.

i'm starting to appreciate the small rituals that signal evening, like switching from a screen to a book. Day's winding down.

The way the grey light filters through my window is its own kind of comfort. Day's winding down.

And on those days, even the sound of raindrops can be soothing company.

The rain outside is a reminder that some days are meant for staying under a blanket.

As I sort the trash for collection tomorrow, I ponder if there's an art to disposing of our daily lives too.

The art of napping at your desk, a skill only perfected by those who've mastered the 'I was just resting my eyes' face. Day's winding down.

I'm starting to think the real prize is finding creative ways to nod off without anyone noticing.

It's like we're all secretly competing in some bizarre, unspoken 'Who Can Keep Their Eyes Open' championship.

I've started noticing the meetings are becoming a sort of endurance sport. Who can stay awake the longest?

The grey skies outside seem to be mirroring our team's mood after another meeting about nothing.