10am and on. The sky bearing that colour that leaves one undecided whether clear and wide open or just another layer of camouflaged clouds. Coffee, fruits, cold music. Day strolling ahead. No hurries.
9am and on. Coffee from the owl mug. Some more grapes, and some random texts floating by as sun slowly rises, shedding its light onto melting roofs. A silence, motionless. Torn between plans and ignoring them.
10am and on. Swapped coffee for water, in an attempt to stay more hydrated. Sometimes, just knowing about bad habits doesn't help all that much. Too: Chores, cake, still dealing with the aftermath of a late night and the warmth rising in this day again. Slowly moving forth.