I love the morning because it gives the illusion of endless possibilities, as if everything I have in mind will turn out today. The first sip of coffee, when the house is still quiet, and the city is just waking up outside, is a small ritual of happiness. Sometimes I just stand at the window for a few minutes, look at the light and don't think about anything. It's worth a lot. In the morning, thoughts are cleaner, and promises to yourself are more honest. "I'll be kinder today" doesn't sound like a plan, but a fact. Even if the rest of the day goes wrong, those first half-hour of silence were mine. No one can take them away from me.