Sundays are for coffee in bed

”Because when you stop and look around, this life is pretty amazing.”


Mornings. Waking up with the sunrise. Quiet, empty streets. The smell of fresh, butter croissants. It is suddenly warmer outside. And the coffee is hot. Too damn hot. But you need it so you drink it while burning your tongue. Mornings like these you could walk for hours. You do not need anything else this particular moment. ”Nature has never been more breathtaking”, the birds sing. A happy dog is rushing towards the ocean. Satisfaction overload when splashing through the water. Those little things – brings out the best in us.


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