Quiet.
Really quiet.
It seems even the birds decided to wake up late or maybe take the day off, just as humans do on the first of January.
There was no transport noise.
No people walking around.
Surprisingly, it was sunny,
but it was also bitterly cold.
I looked out of the window and inhaled all that pure quietness.
No picture can capture the beauty of a quiet, fresh morning the way your own eyes do.
January, the most hopeful month, has just arrived and opened its doors with new hopes and dreams.
How can people trade the first morning of January for the last night of December?
I have no idea!
I wondered for a moment, then hurried off to make breakfast.
With quiet thoughts,
Nahla
Pure and Simple 