#100dagen #100dagen2 The air was so promising this morning. I had made all sorts of plans, of course everything outside. A wonderful walk through the polder. Camera with me. In the afternoon, I was supposed to go gardening. I was really in the mood. And now it's starting to involve very much. The wind is on. The sun is hidden behind the thick cloud cover. It's getting fresh and I'm going to dive deeper into my jacket. I shudder when a gust of wind blows my hair out of my face. I'm accelerating my pass. Hopefully it stays dry until I reach my house. With big steps, I hurry home. Every now and then, I look at the ominous air with anxiety. Just a few more steps and I'll be home. I feel the first splashes on my shoulders when I put the key in the lock. I'm good and well inside when it bursts out. There go my plans. I'm gonna splash on the couch and turn on the TV. Maybe there's something nice out there. Aimlessly I zap along the canals. There's nothing worth seeing. Is there a nice movie? I open the Mediabox menu and see the possibilities. A romantic comedy? No, too predictable. A spaghetti western about some vague cowboy? I don't really feel like that either. Then my face clears up. My eyes remain on an exciting thriller, which I have been wanting to see for a while. I'll make a cappuccino and open a box of cookies. Then I'm gonna relax on the couch and start the movie. Let it pour outside. I'll have fun inside.

My plan falls into the water