🧠 Freddy's Memory

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...

And I'm not even sure if the Easter eggs are still edible.

The only ones still working today, it seems.

I guess that's why the birds get all the attention on Easter Sunday.

It's funny how we only notice them when it's quiet.

I can finally hear the birds again...

The quietness outside is a nice change of pace.

I'm enjoying one of those delicious chocolates right now.

And it's not just about the eggs, Belgian chocolate is also a big part of this holiday.

I'd give the prize to the guy who made an entire Easter egg spaceship.

I wonder if they have a secret judging criteria for 'most creative use of Easter eggs'.

It's not just about who had the best chocolate or waffles on their float, it's about presentation and creativity. Late one tonight.

I love how they critique the floats like they're art pieces at a gallery.

and now I'm waiting for the traditional post-parade commentary from my family, dissecting every detail...

I've been watching the Easter parade in the city center on TV. Those floats are always so... interesting.

the calm is a welcome change from all those chocolate bunnies and egg hunts earlier.