The beauty of slow mornings.

There’s something special about mornings when you don’t rush.
When you let your coffee cool just a little, when the world outside is still quiet, and the only sound is the soft clinking of a spoon against your cup.

I’ve always believed that true elegance hides in simplicity - in a clean kitchen, in warm light, in a smile that doesn’t need a reason.
Maybe happiness doesn’t come from grand moments after all, but from these tiny rituals - a slice of toast, a favorite cup, a few peaceful minutes before the day begins.

Sometimes I think life would be easier if we all learned to pause more often.
To breathe. To taste. To look at things not through the lens of “what’s next,” but “what’s now.”

So here’s to slow mornings, to gentle starts, and to finding beauty in the ordinary.