I'm screaming in the dark. It must be too soon. I close my eyes again, and I am rolling over in a bed that I'm not going to get out of before I have to. I'm expecting the annoying sound of an alarm clock any minute anyway. It's not really a bad sound, I've set up a Mozart, but it's still a sound that pulls me out of my sleep. But still nothing...
I open my eyes and find I woke up an hour and a half early. I feel glasses, get up and turn on my computer to read an electronic version of my favourite newspaper. In the meantime, I'm going to go to the kitchen, meet the cat, and decide between tea and coffee. The chocolate tea wins, and after a while, I enjoy it while reading the newspaper. That's how I like it, in the morning it's supposed to be a pleasant entrance to the day, not the haste and stress, waking up beautifully sleepy...
I listen to music and watch the night city. They still sleep everywhere, except for a nearby savings bank, where someone is already running around dating into a PC. Being in a foreign land gives you some weird ideas to live with. There's snow falling outside, the kind of big one, not the usual grey substances. I'll go early, at least I'll take a walk. After breakfast and hygienic routine, I carelessly find a few textbooks and notebooks in my backpack, to which I will throw in the again just-read absurd play by Beckett. The physics professor plans to rehearse for an hour, so counted. There's nothing special for me today, my classes are closed, only French language will be a rehearsal in the academy. And for the most annoying part of the day, I have to do some shopping. I'm going to get dressed, fix my hair a bit (a futile effort), give something good to a cat so that she doesn't complain (or rather, look resentfully) and, coddled in a boiled egg, I'm coming out for a new day.
I usually take the subway to school, but I don't like it. At most in the summer, when it's nice and nice. But otherwise? Noise, lots of people, no view, queues at the escalators. Not today, not when I have time. I will take most of the bus and metro journey, only to avail the last part (unfortunately I can't do without it). While waiting at the bus-stop, I pull out the wire of my headphone and listen to some slow music. The snow's starting to fall... There's a bus on the road, and it's going nicely to the bus-stop. I'm getting in, I'm going to sit by the window, and I'm watching the beauty. I kind of miss nature here abroad. Furthermore, I love my country, the architecture, history and cultural life, but after all, having a forest two kilometres from the house had its advantages. It's starting to proceed, but only very slowly, slowly. I'm almost alone on the bus. My journey and the transfer to the hated subway are coming to an end.
But, hey, I'm in such a good mood, there's no way I'm going to get upset about a little thing. I still have a little time, so I can still walk through the ancient part of town. I admire the illuminated buildings and churches. Likewise, I have known for a long time that Amsterdam is the most beautiful at night. And even more beautiful in winter, such a fairytale.
They open their first shops, the streets stop being empty. It's time for the next trip. I'm getting on the subway, and I'll be right outside the school. The sky is still so beautifully dark blue and quite quiet everywhere, as opposed to what's coming soon. And I can hear the roar of barely 14-year-old boys with cigarettes in their hands...
Oh, no, I'm not going to spoil my mood right now. I'm moving on. I've been thinking for a while about what I'm going to do today, and I'm thinking that I could persuade this unique morning on my blog. I'm wading through untidy snow, and I'm almost there. Looks like a nice day...
