

Morning is not coffee. It's the feeling that someone is thinking about you. You wake up, stretch, look out the window… And somewhere out there is a man who could be nearby. Make coffee. To catch your eye. Touch the shoulder. And just be... without unnecessary words 😌🫶 My morning is a little quiet, a little warm.… And I thought: Who are you waking up with now, with a cup of coffee or with thoughts of me? 😉