About one of those days.
5AM, the darkness is still composing silenced landscapes through my window, the entire life outdoors is still asleep, the city sleeps while the night is still dancing, the air smells like rain, my coffee is aiming stories using memories from past days, nature from outdoors is still ruling my mind and thoughts.
The simple things should be the happiest ones, always.
Ways to remember.
Moments that make you feel alive.
Unstoppable rhythm of slow mornings.
AMs with him.
The hours I like and enjoy the most are those where the world is still asleep, where the dark of night is still ruling the entire place and there is nothing but the sound of silence, those hours where nothing is there but everything remains. Those are the moments where my mind can feel an intense flow, those are the ones that rule my entire day.
There is nothing but the motion of life on its simplest way.
Existence.
“You cannot find peace by avoiding life.”
To find comfort and times of joy around simple routines by knowing to understand the real privilege of being able to get those kind of days through all these crazy times and by taking advantage of the pure calm that those moments can wrap, by staying present in the moment, by getting to know me better. By allow myself to go through those internal motions.
To keep learning from a natural and simple environment without the pressure of an actual world with non-stop running race, to find comfort and calm by appreciating the simpler things in life. To document life and the different appreciations and interpretations around us.
R.
About the simple things that can make a morning great and to allow us to feel alive and safe, about the way on how our internal motion impulses our thoughts and emotions and how unnecessary and irrelevant a bunch of other things can be felt. About happiness on recognition of the simple things around us. Among other things.
Happiness in motion.
Early hours of a rainy morning, the dark ambiance is still there, the city sleeps and the silence around is ruling the time, there is not pressure, there is nothing else than an easy path to take. Puppy is just aside, coffee is warm and everything feels good. More of these kind of starts.
The way we find comfort in memories and the way those short pieces can be accomplished to record a new ones. The way our seeing is aligned to new eras and the way time feels less important but valuable as never before. All those small things coming stronger in our minds, making our limits to expand, making a louder voice. To find comfort in motion, internal motion.
soft signs,
to feel,
to maintain,
to embrace,
to flow.
Retained dreams.
While this cover our normal routine our approaches to past realities come to play a significant key point, the way we use that to record new paths and the way new paths return to our basic instinct, cycling the way we see and feel, the path we take to experience our own time, realising our deeper silences, awakening forgotten particles.
The flow continues and motion is still there.
Calm before the storm. Feels good.
It goes.
Slow early steps after weekend concluded.
Outdoors, fresh air.
The day these two felt in love.