The calm before the world wakes
The morning begins in stillness. I sit by the window, sipping my coffee, and watch as the first light breaks through the sky. It’s quiet, but not in a way that feels empty.
There’s no rush, no demands to be met right away. The peace of the morning feels like a pause, a brief moment where time slows down just enough for me to notice the small things: the warmth of the cup in my hands, the way the light touches the trees, the cool air that still holds the night’s chill.