Many years ago I made music. Just simple music though. It was the time of house (now called old skool) and I loved it. So I tried to recreate it myself, just by listening and mixing it on my computer. I had an Amiga and a sound program. 4 Tracks and my imagination. Basically it's just mixing all the tracks together and using the right samples and tones. I always looked at it like a puzzle. If I moved this tone up and that down, how would it sound combined? Nowadays I don't do that anymore, but when ever I hear the music in my headphones I feel it itching. So I have a new program at home. More complicated then my old program, but that's because the PC is equally complicated. So it will take a lot of work and energy, but I am already looking forward in doing so. It's time to get my old hobbies back
A few years ago, before my parents left to live in a different part of Holland, I had a lunch date with my mom. Every Saturday we went for a sandwich and a coffee or tea. I had a cappuccino. And we talked. We talked about the past week. We just talked about the things bothering us. My mom wasn't great with listening, but still it felt Ok to me. I could get things off my chest and so could she. I was never close with my parents, but this weekly gathering still found a place in my heart and now I can say I miss it. So in the weekend I try to create the same, but then alone. I go to some shops, walk around and look for funny little trinkets. After that I usually go to a shop with a small restaurant. I browse around, look for little gifts for my girlfriend, maybe buy some lunch meat and then go upstairs. The restaurant isn't big and the meals are small. It's basically a few sandwiches, hot or cold, a few cookies and other sweetness and a choice of tea and coffee. In the summer I usually take the Ice coffee with either cinnamon or toffee flavor, but in winter - or just when I feel like it - I go for the cappuccino. They have one with a hint of caramel in it and a piece of fudge next to it. So I first gobble that up and then go for the cappuccino with the caramel syrup on top. Moments like that really relaxes me. I drink and look outside over the square. I look at people and dream away about past times, times I felt happy. And when I do my body gets warmer and warmer. I feel my lips curling into a soft smile while taking another sip of the creamy coffee. I miss my cappuccino.
