Α five o’clock sky. Birds chirping in the dewy silence. A summer-time restlessness settling in the system. I never have qualms about going to bed early if my body is ready to call it a day.
However, as days expand, my interest in sleep declines. I go to bed with the feeling of ticking off an item from a list. I wake up early and despite the itchy feeling in my eyes, I get up, check the time and take in the view. I open the window for a breath of fresh air…
I marvel at the transition from the gloomy darkness of the long winter evenings to the glorious resurrection of life. This season, which looks soft on the outside, but is tough on the inside, demands to be lived to the fullest.
No room for discounts and discussions. Light is back.