

I love waking up when the first rays of the sun glide across my room, gently touching my face. At this moment, the world seems especially quiet, as if everything held its breath to preserve this fragile harmony. The blanket still warms me, and the soft light already calls forward - to a new day filled with small joys.
I bask in bed, listening to the birds singing their morning songs outside the window. For me, this is the perfect time: the sun is just rising, and it seems that there are an endless number of hours ahead for the realization of my dreams. It is at such dawns that I feel how life awakens in me, filling with light and inspiration. Do pleasant mornings inspire you?