During the first days of my holidays, I would wake up at 9am. Then, I would wake up earlier each day. Finally, yesterday I woke up at 7am!
A few years ago I would be really frustrated. After all, holidays were about sleeping until late, right?
This time, I had my first coffee and cigarette of the day in the balcony while enjoying the first light and the silence and serenity of the early morning. And I admitted to myself that this is my new favourite time of the day: really, really early in the morning, when everything is still quiet... and if that means that I'm getting older... well, who cares, right? ;o)
Till tomorrow,
Anastasia
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