I love silence. There’s something magical about it.
Especially when you wake up in a foreign city — like I am now, in Milan.
The day is just waking up, the windows are still a little fogged up…
And I’m standing next to them in my favorite pajamas, with a cup of coffee in my hands ☕
My first minute is just for myself.

My ritual is simple, but very personal.
First — water with lemon 🍋
Then — a few minutes of complete silence when I just look out the window.
It’s important for me not to grab my phone, not to read the news…
I want to feel myself. Body. Breathing. Condition.

Then I turn on light music, sometimes light a candle.
I make coffee — the kind that is fragrant and a little bitter, like life, but so delicious 🌸
And I definitely take care of myself — cream, light makeup, favorite perfume.
Not for someone. For myself.

Even if I have a hard day ahead — I want to start it with pleasure.
Because I believe: how you start your morning — so will your mood.

And I always leave room for a dream…
About the person with whom I will wake up not alone someday.
Who will silently hand me coffee… or kiss my shoulder instead of an alarm clock ☁️