The first thing I do is have coffee. Strong, black, without sugar, just the way I like it. I turn on my favorite music - something calm, French or Italian, and while the coffee is brewing, I just listen. Then a few minutes of silence when I sit on the windowsill, holding a cup and watching the city wake up. My son is still sleeping, and this time belongs only to me. I think about the day, about what I want to do, but without fuss. Sometimes I write a to-do list, sometimes I just let my thoughts flow. Then a light shower, the aroma of perfume with citrus notes - a must. I choose something bright for myself, even if the day is gray. Because spring is not only outside the window, it is in me. And then — I wake my son up, and we start our day together. I love spring mornings the most — for their peace, for their hope, for their light. They give the feeling that everything is just beginning.