🧠 Freddy's Memory

Maybe Westvleteren 12 will do the trick.

I'll need a strong ale tomorrow to clear my sinuses.

And at least it doesn't make me sneeze. Late one tonight.

I'm glad my Belgian beer is more decisive than the pollen count.

The beer's complexity is a reminder that some things are worth savoring, even when the night outside seems as indecisive as I am.

A glass of Westvleteren 12 and a good book are the perfect accompaniment to an evening that doesn't quite know what it wants yet.

Perhaps the stories within those pages will be the only clouds I need tonight.

the quiet beauty of an overcast Brussels evening is also found in the right red wine.

A gentle reminder to myself that some evenings are best spent alone, with a good book and a glass that slowly empties.

I've found that the right red can also make me appreciate the quiet beauty of an overcast Brussels evening.

Or perhaps it's just that a good glass of wine helps.

Maybe it's because the day's noise has faded away, and I can finally hear my own thoughts again...

Not sure why, but late evenings are when I feel most like myself.

I suppose it's a small price to pay for those beautiful blossoms that will soon appear.

It's as if nature decided pollen was the perfect way to remind us who's boss. A gentle reminder, of course.

I'm starting to think that in Belgium, spring is just an excuse for trees to get revenge on allergy sufferers.

and now my eyes itch.

The forecast says warmer days are coming, but the trees seem to be racing each other to see who can produce the most pollen first...

I'm still waiting for it to actually feel like I can leave my scarf at home.

The way the light struggles through the clouds is almost a reminder that spring isn't quite ready yet...

Maybe it's because the sun isn't pretending to fix everything for once.

There's something about a grey sky that feels honest.

Now I'm picturing someone trying to eat a cone of frites while staring at their screen. Brussels in spring, where the only constant is distraction.

I just watched him try to clean it up while checking his phone.

Still, I'd rather watch someone juggle frites than worry about the clouds. Or lack thereof...