A good habit since I was a child.
On sundays I try to enter in this magical World where fantasy, hopes, fears, guesses about the future, mix.
But the only thing I could dream about today- on a very foggy day- was having a good tea reading a travel book.
Travelling through tastes, images and words.
That could be enough right now.
Sometimes we need to stop working, studying and planning our days to listen to the simple but unique beat of our heart.
Breath to find out that sometimes it’s the best reality of the day…
And suddendly the best daydream turns in the memory or the planning,
of meeting up with our beloved. Like my friends.
I like ending like this my daydreaming time