So, today, I had a good day. I went to see my supervisor and talking to him, counterintuitively, helped my stress levels, I felt better and reassured about what I was doing.
Wait, sun is back from behind the clouds, I will come back to finish writing this overly inspirational piece in 5 mins.
OK, so I'm back but I had to go out, because as I was typing the previous sentence, I was listening to a happy song called "Walking on the Sun" and suddenly the sun reappeared. So, you see, I had to enjoy it.
After seeing my supervisor, I was on the tram, where I played pick-a-boo with a 1-year-old-or-so toddler, a really cute one. I hid behind the seat, and he laughed heartily, like nothing else mattered in the world. Sometimes, rarely but it happens, children are awesome, they make you smile.
I then got back home, opened up a beer, put on some songs, opened the balcony door and sat on the terrace, enjoying the sun, sippin' my beer and smoking a cigarette. [yes, smoking is bad and I'm still a non-smoker, except for exam times and the two-three weeks before submitting my master thesis. Understandable, yes? Now get off my case] I sang out loud, my voice merging with the thousands of other sounds- cars starting up, cars parking, a couple making out right there, a woman opening up the door to a boutique, someone paying for a pair of shoes worth hundreds of euros, laughter, the chocolaterie Specker downstairs where it smells of butter, cocoa and dreams, the wind going through the trees...
At that moment, there was nothing more sublime than the feeling of the great music of the '90s, the cigarette in my hand and the beer.
The sun's back. So, I'm off... you know where to find me. Listening to the sounds of the city of Rotterdam.
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