One of the few things I don’t exactly like about Antwerp so far, is the constant raining all the fuckin time. Wet shoes are the last things I ever asked for. At half past six today, the rain was having its usual late afternoon drench, killing the vibe. It was dark and dreary, to state the obvious. In theory, the night was still young, but the encroaching darkness and the saddening downpour suggests otherwise. I should have left the lab an hour prior, but the rain had other plans stubbornly holding me captive, resisting any escape into the night.
I made the bold decision to leave anyway. The air was saturated with shivering cold: walked the drenched streets, cocooned in my winter jacket, hands buried deep in my pockets, headphones buried in my ears. The streets adorned with yellow and brown leaves, kissed by raindrops, bore witness to the waning autumn days. Such a beautiful sight I would say, except for the rain starting to inevitably soak up my shoes. As the rain played its melodic percussion on the streets back-dropped with dazzling lights from occasional cars passing, I could hear the faint noise of my own footsteps interspersed with the timely drowning tune from Lola Amour. Fate indeed never runs out of funny ways to make us feel.
