I’m a creature of habit. Not because I need to follow certain patterns from something ingrained, but it’s a survival skill. I’m such a freaking scatterbrain that I forget everything, unless I force myself through certain habits and patterns. If I break my morning ritual, I’ll forget to bring my keys, wallet or phone, for example. And if i don’t use deodorant before I put on my t-shirt, I’ll forget to put it on altogether. It’s that bad, I fear.
Because of this, I’m kind of pattern-aware. I realize quickly when something is out of the ordinary. Not because it disturbs me, but it’s more like a perking up – ‘something is different’.
Tonight I had such a moment. I walked out of the station, bike keys in hand, and as I looked over Ypenburg I got the nagging feeling that something was different. Something wasn’t the same as it had been in the past few weeks. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it though.
I climbed the steps to the bike rack, found my bike in its usual place… put my key in the lock, all the while pondering what could possibly be different? And as I climbed onto my bike I suddenly knew.
It wasn’t raining…
LoL