Post Valentine with Raya Valentine

I was gonna talk about the things that I am in love with but then I started writing and it turned out way too long so I decided to post them separately. What I wanted to do with this post was to say that no, I am not in love with a person but I do feel in love. I have never in my life felt so calm and content and I am not just happy but in love with that feeling.

I am also in love with those rainbows on the pages of my book. I am in love with the sound of piano while falling asleep.

I am in love with the view from my window.
In the back you see a beautiful 19th century house, which is a museum and close to it is the top of the Nicolaï kerk. Then theres a park, which is still quite green even at this time of the year. I love the architecture and the whole landscape and like to pretend that the canal is kind of a wall between me and the beautiful houses and their park, where women with gowns are sipping champagne all day. I don’t necessarily want to join them, because I am also fascinated by all the bikers that go pass my house. It’s a relatively busy street so a lot of people rushing to work in the morning. I like to see them rush. It’s funny because you don’t always know if they are enthusiastic about their job or are they running late because their job is so shitty that there’s no will power to get ready on time. Or maybe they just  like biking fast.

Then later in the day a lot of kids with their parents, as well as tourists, who are I would suppose just taking a walk in the neighbourhood . Then in the night there are all these young people, drunken singing and on their way to more fun, hopefully.

Aside all the bikers there are the sidewalk people. They pass by and there isn’t almost anyone who does not dare to look. It’s way too interesting, there I am, sitting on my chair, facing the window, writing this. Kids always stop and take a second to see what’s happening and most of the time they can’t walk away because we start smiling to each other and it’s just way too much fun.

I think now you think I sit at the window and stare at people all day everyday. Not really, maybe once a day and then I have it. Because I can see the world moving but I am safe and still at home at the same time. Sometimes I sit on the stairs in front of my house and enjoy a cigarette. It’s the best when it rains. There’s a shelter so I sit on the dry stairs and look at that beautiful view on the other side of the canal. In silence. Listening to the rain. If I wasn’t having a good day taking that moment for myself would change the situation. Take it all in. You would be surprised how much energy there is in the air. You just have to be able to assimilate it.

It doesn’t happen very often but sometimes I catch the sunset and then my room becomes pink and I just keep looking outside.

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