20.4.2026

This morning, I tried to wake up around 5am so that I can immerse myself in the blue world of the morning.

Sound of the alarm from the phone annoyed me and woke me up.

Walking in the thin darkness, I thought about how my day will go and what can be done to make this morning as amazing as possible. I put the kettle on the stove and turned up the heat of it.I scooped 3 spoons of ground coffee beans directly from the bag and placed it into a French press plunger.Pouring the hot water, idea came to my mind that I can write the blog post in every morning. Although, it sounds unsustainable, I thought it is a good idea even for a day.

I have read somewhere that Susan Sontag, Toni Morrison, and Hemingway all write in the morning. I worship the power of the morning. It might grant me the writing that is above my level.

I opened the door to the balcony and drank a cup of coffee while listening to the eloquent voice of birds. In this time realm, I feel like I am the guest in this world and I have to respect their rules.Morning time has potential to make me transcends my own nature.

I am not on the drug anymore but I feel the high similar to the one I have gotten from it.

After the pondering, I read few pages of the book "The mushroom at the end of the world" by Anna Tsing. I am obsessed with this book lately. Art of noticing, wow, so cool.

I got so much inspiration already in the morning. I hope I can keep doing this. Now, my word scarcens seconds by seconds. I think I finish around here today.