When I was younger, I hated mornings. Everyone is in a hurry or still asleep (we're talking about the weekend), but when I got older, it was the morning that seemed incredible to me sometimes. Especially if it's a Saturday summer morning. It's quiet around you, the sun hasn't started to warm up in full force yet, you're not in a hurry and enjoying your morning coffee.
Did you feel it? This art is about this feeling)
My drawing