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
meeting someone who knows someone that I might know
my entire existence
Because Life has all the potential to be Pain. But I want mine to be Pain au Chocolat.