Rain this morning, I could hear it knocking on my bedroom window as I was waking up, I positioned my bed next to it, the rain singing its tune on the glass, the stars gliding is the last thing I see before closing my eyes.
As spring is coming up, I am looking forward to the sun shining on my face.
After a while, I heard the chirping of the birds, sparrows mostly, perhaps blue tits too, also, marauding gulls about to dive after spotting a morsel on the ground. Flocks of starlings will fill the sky and the soundscape with their impatience later.
Tanzanian black coffee on my hand in the balcony, stray drops of water hitting on my face, the cold and the wind embracing me, Yannick on my lap until Blackie, a neighbouring cat came to have her usual morning bite.
Even in winter, perhaps specially in winter, I love to feel surrounded by the morning.