Flowers on my doorstep

I still have a huge smile upon my face thanks to someone who made me quite a surprise. Imagine that one morning you wake up and you check the clock on your phone. You find a message and wonder if it's a metaphor or the reality. Then you open the door and find flowers on your doorstep. What can you say? Wow! Thank you, thank you, thank you!
Have a great week!

There's something about mornings

There's something about mornings. About the freshness of every little ritual we perform when a day begins. Like taking a shower after a long night. The water drops falling to your skin, the smell of the soap, the clean feeling and the optimism of a new day. Like every cell of your body reacts to the water, like it knows that is time to wake up, to put the entire mechanism to work, but with a nice feeling, not like someone is dragging you to do that. And then the other ritual of putting on the clothes, like a nice assembly carefully put together.
I like the smell of Sunday mornings. The smell of roasted coffee, the smell of the air getting to my room through the open window. Even the light is different on a Sunday morning. The way it's filtered through my drapes when I wake up, that way that makes you cuddle one more minute in your bed, just one more minute, cause today it doesn't matter if you're one minute late, the way it touches my skin when I open the window and smell the air, the way it tickles my nose when I drink my coffee in my grandma's bedroom while chatting with my family, the familiar way that comforts me and charges my batteries for a new week. The smell, the light, the feeling that is a new day, a holiday, one more day of possible relaxation before waking up again and continuing with a daily ritual. Although is Sunday or a regular day, the morning is my favorite time of the day.

A nice morning to you all!