Mornings in Europe

I love mornings like this.

Calm, surreal.

It's so quiet you can hear the ringing in your ears.

Waking up from a deep, deep sleep.

Then staring out of the window for that snow-baked forest.

Sunlight streaming through the half drawn blinds.

Pure bliss.

It's as if the past never happened

and the future lies completely in your hands.

When there is so much hope and so little despair.

When you feel like the Universe carries you

and you float like a plankton in the mighty blue waters.

It's amazing what Europe does to you.

Every morning you wake up with a little more hope.

Every night you sleep, looking forward to the next.