Left half of the bedroom curtain was half-open and the Sun was rising from the beautiful concrete jungle outside. It looked like as if someone was pouring glowing liquid Gold and filling up the space between towers. Cool air was entering the room along with two pigeons' gentle cooes sitting outside my window. On the green granite windowsill, a tea cup of fine china with steam coming out of it was waiting and the invitation to drink it was literally in the air.
Dear ones were still sleeping, and seeing them I knew that they are at least as peaceful as I am this morning. Leisure seemed limitless.