π Outside the window, the day is already sounding - cars, voices, birds. But the morning so far holds something quiet, unhurried. As if the whole world is still just gaining momentum, giving you a chance to linger in this moment.πΆββοΈ The city is waking up, someone is rushing around, someone is lazily reaching for coffee. I'm just breathing, observing, absorbing. The morning is the starting point, and it's up to me what the day will be like.π Do you manage to catch this morning moment, or does the day immediately spiral into hustle and bustle? π