I have this habit of romanticizing everything. Even the mundane.

waking up early for work

that first sip of coffee in half-light

a moody sunset

the grey blue colour of the ocean when it rains

a quiet Tuesday evening at home

solo runs. solo travel. solo coffee and cakes

literally solo any-things

second hand stuff

grocery shopping

meeting someone who knows someone that I might know

long car-rides

my entire existence

Because Life has all the potential to be Pain. But I want mine to be Pain au Chocolat.