I woke up early, barefoot, with a cup of strong coffee on the balcony, watching the city wake up with me β
Then I went dancing β not for the stage, not for the camera, just for me.
For the rhythm my body craves.
My city, my music, my sun β everything breathing in sync.
Sometimes happiness isnβt a show.
Itβs salty skin after the sea.
Itβs laughter echoing to a street beat.
Itβs being in love with your own lifeβ¦ and just alittlebit with the one reading this π€