Saturday afternoon-evening I enjoy Mechelen, a city near Antwerp. A cup of cappuccino in one of grotemarkt terrace with architectural view, light rainy, and beautifully cathedral bells playing. A birds life come to my mind. Cheerfully stepping on a tree in the morning warm sun. Living so light, no worries of anything will be tomorrow. They can feels home on whatever tree that let them feels it. They can just fly to leave the tree that moving as the spring wind blows.

And another old song from Queen, Bohemian Rhapsody slowly playing in my memory as back ground.

Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy?
Caught in a landslide, no escape from reality.
Open your eyes, Look up to the skies and see,
I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy.
Because I'm easy come, easy go, Little high, little low,
Any way the wind blows doesn't really matter to me, to me.