ravi

Vittorio Giardino, "La Porta D'Oriente" (1997)

I woke up later than usual today, the sun was up and shining, the house was quiet.

I walked slowly through the hallway, Sunday was quiet, and I made myself a coffee and some toast.

I wasn't in a rush, I breathed in the smell of the coffee, and I sat down and took a rest.

It rained outside without a noise, the world beyond my window was mute and pleasant.

Life didn't have to be a rush, or this push and pull to be the best, life always turned and tossed in a way to help you grow.

So I took it in stride, in my own time, without having to run for anyone.

I folded my laundry while playing my favourite playlist, I picked out a film to play in the evening and I decided I wanted to go on a walk.

I'm alive, and I'm present and I'm content.

It won't always be like this.