I woke up today without an alarm clock.
Simply from the light that touched my face so gently,
that I thought - maybe it's love.
Or maybe - just the sun, which knows how to be soft when you're far from everyday affairs.

I sat by the window with a cup of coffee (it wasn't perfect,
but in this silence - delicious until the last sip).
The city woke up slowly. People were in a hurry. And I wasn't.

In these moments I love myself the most.
Not for my productivity. Not for my achievements. But simply for being me.

Hotel mornings are when you can get lost
in a strange city and find yourself in a new reflection.

And you know…
you don’t always have to go somewhere to escape.
Sometimes one morning,
one coffee,
one window is enough to remember:

you are alive. And that’s enough.