It's not just any Sunday 🌿

My day started very early, around 6:30 in the morning. I love being able to drink my coffee while I'm still in bed. That makes me feel the warmth of its heat from my stomach to everything in my body, giving me the strength to get up that day. Pure happiness!

I showered, ate breakfast, got dressed and did my traditional ponytail in my hair. As I did so, I thought about where I was going that day. I set out for a walk.

As I made my way down to the street and as there were few people on the street, I could hear the birds singing. I closed my eyes to focus all my attention on this noise of tranquility that nature created while I continued walking.

The sky was somewhat clear, it seemed that it was not going to rain as it had done during the week. I love the rain, I love it, because it relaxes me and gives me the feeling that it is cleaning and tidying things around us. I could say that rain is part of my minimalist feeling. It cleans and tidies, it is simple and transmits peace.

On the way I got a large trunk tree that had been cut down. Sometimes where I live this is allowed if the tree poses a danger to the surrounding houses. And its wood is reused. If it were up to me no tree would be cut down, but I understand the process.

I tried to observe it very well as I sat on it for a while. I even touched it with my hands to feel its somewhat wrinkled texture, but with a lot of strength. At the same time I thought about how many years that tree would have been alive.

I kept walking and found some very pretty flowers. One was a miniature red rose. It looked so delicate and beautiful that I did not dare to touch it, only contemplate it.

I also saw some small white flowers. They were so beautiful that I consulted Google Lens to find out what kind it was. They call it a "bridal wreath". It lives up to its name.

After a while of walking I returned home.

The morning couldn't have been better than that day. 💜

Thanks for reading me.