There are days that seem to find you. You wake up without an alarm clock, and the first thing you hear is not the ringing of your phone, but your own even breath. The room is quiet, the light falls softly on the pillow, and you understand: there is no need to rush. I always start the morning by opening the window. I love this moment when the air is slightly cool, but already with a hint of warmth.

I have a mug in the kitchen that I save only for days like these. I pour coffee into it and hold it in my hands for a long time, while it is still too hot to drink. At this moment, I do not need a phone or news — only silence and the aroma of freshly ground beans.

After breakfast, I always go somewhere. Today it could be the morning market, tomorrow a bookstore or a park. I don’t plan where to turn – I allow myself to go where I feel like. I smile at people on the street, even if we don’t know each other. Sometimes someone smiles back, and there’s something magical about that.

For me, lunch isn’t just a meal, it’s an opportunity to sit somewhere I like and watch life go by. A café with big windows, a glass of something cool, a plate of fresh vegetables and bread that crunches when you break it. At such moments, you feel that the world isn’t just about rushing.

After lunch, I like to wander around aimlessly for a while and then come back home. Sometimes it’s time to sort through old photos, sometimes to read. But the main thing is to give myself a break.

In the evening, my ideal day continues itself. It could be dinner at home with music and candles, or a meeting with friends in a favorite place. It is important to me that the day ends as calmly and gently as it began.

And already in bed, when everything has been lived through and there is no need to run anywhere, I feel that very fullness of life. I could repeat such a day again and again.