π The air is fresh, there is something special in it - either the remnants of the night chill or a premonition of a new day. Everything sounds quieter, softer, as if the world hasn't fully awakened yet.πΆββοΈ Someone has already run out into the rhythm of everyday life, but I don't want to hurry. I want to be in this morning slowdown a little longer, when thoughts are clear and the day is not yet decided.