β Tea softly warms the palms of my hands, its fragrance seems to be woven into this moment. The first sip - and the world becomes a little clearer, calmer. At such moments it seems that the morning knows something important... πβ¨π The wind touches your face, the sun is not in a hurry to show its power yet. The air is fresh, clean, as if the night has washed away all the excess, leaving only lightness.πΆββοΈ Someone is already rushing about their business, but I want to linger in this moment a little longer. Just standing there, breathing in, listening to the world wake up. This morning is not a hurry - it offers to feel