πΏ A morning that starts with a feeling....β The first sip of tea is hot, slightly tart, as if it shakes you from inside. My eyes are still sleepy, but my thoughts are already coming to life. The world outside the window is stretching, filled with colours, movement, sounds... πβ¨π I love these moments. When nothing needs to be hastily decided, when you can just watch - the steam over your cup, the first rays of sunshine, the morning taking the city in its soft palms. ππΆββοΈ You open the window and a chill immediately rushes into your face. It reminds you that there's a new day ahead, and it's yours. What to do with it is up to you. π₯πΈ Which morning is more yours - quiet and measured or brisk and active? π