β A cup of hot tea warms your palms, the steam rises up, and there is something special about it. The first sip is like a soft awakening, not abrupt but smooth, as if the day is gently touching you with its fingertips. πβ¨π The window is ajar, and fresh air is drawn into the room. Everything is mixed in it - the coolness of the night, the first rays of sunlight, and the slightly audible voices of people who are already rushing somewhere. The morning is always different, but it has its own magic.πΆββοΈ The world is slowly gaining rhythm, and I catch myself thinking that I don't want to hurry. Let the day come to me on its own, no fuss, no race, just so - easy and beautiful.π What's your morning like today - measured or already in motion? π