My day always begins when most people are still sleeping, and these are the hours I consider the most precious. Morning for me is a time of magic, when the world seems clean and open, and the air smells of freshness, coolness and something invisible that makes moments special. I make coffee, listen to the soft rustle of leaves outside the window and watch the sun slowly rise over the roofs of houses, giving everything a golden light. Each ray seems like a small gift that belongs only to me.

In such morning hours, I write down thoughts in a diary, plan the day, but I do it not as a duty, but as a ritual of joy. I write down everything: dreams, small ideas, observations and even doubts. This is the time when I feel connected to myself, my inner world, and at the same time to everything that surrounds me. In the silence of the morning, the best ideas and creative thoughts are born, which then come to life throughout the day.

I realized that it is the morning that sets the mood for the whole day. Even if the day is chaotic, busy, and stressful, those moments of peace leave a sense of balance and inner strength in my soul. Morning has taught me to appreciate small joys, to notice the beauty in the details - in the dew drops on the leaf, in the light breeze, in the peace that reigns around. This is my little happiness that begins even before the world wakes up.