Island Mornings. To wake up here is not a challenge, not a struggle to get out of bed. Effortless I got pulled up, feeling light as a feather. Every sound, every smell goes in crescendo. Sensations swindle my rationality. I don't overthink, I feel. I don't plan, I experience.
Every morning, I am caught by this natural Wave. Part of that everlasting ritual, I am floating, overtaken by sound and aroma, airdriven like a kyte.
You can find me there every morning, blanket draped around my shoulders like a cape, absorbing every element. Fearless as a child.