β Tea warms my palms while the world slowly comes to life. The sky is still soft, there's a slight chill in the air, and even the sounds sound different. The morning is always a bit magical - like it's taking its time, giving you a chance to feel the moment. πβ¨π I open the window - and there it is, the breath of a new day. The clean air, the light breeze, the first voices of passers-by. Everything is just beginning, and there's something special about it.....πΆββοΈ Sometimes it seems that the morning holds the answers. You just have to listen. To yourself, to the world, to the sensations. Sometimes to run towards the day, and sometimes to just stand still, breathe deeply... and feel that everything is going the way it should. πΏπ What's your morning like today - cheerful or pensive? π