1 A usual morning

It's 6 a.m. As I slowly crawled out of the bed my first steps led me to the coffee machine. Two bigger spoons of honey, same amount of milk powder. As I distilled the honey into the coffee, I watched the honey's golden colours play with the coffee's darker shades. And suddenly I felt that familiar feeling again. In those moments I imagine how would I play with the colours. How the brush strokes would look on the canvas. It's only a hobby of mine, but a passionate one.

After I was ready to leave for work I headed to the railway station. Half and an hour to get to Budapest where I work. On the way I was listening to music and watched sky's colours playing in front of me. Those early morning pastel colours. "How beautiful." I thought. Some people on the train were sleeping. Others were reading either a good book or the news. I sit quietly. Enjoying the music and letting my mind to wander from one thing to another. At least the train is not too crowded right now. "The next staiton is Budafok." I heard. My favourite station. It's next to the Danube. I love to look out of the window while passing the river. Especially when the early morning sky colours it. After one more station I got off and headed to the underground. It was more crowded than the train. After the metro I walked slowly in the snowy weather. And I had a strong feeling that this December will be nothing like the ones in the past few years.