I like the morning silence and the smell of freshly brewed coffee the most, when I can think about everything in peace. This morning I remembered the day I was a high school student. As we grow and as we add year after year, we change so much that sometimes we don't even recognize ourselves. We change our views on life, we change society, we change jobs, we change shoes ... we also change mornings. I used to enjoy the morning crowds, the four of us children at the table, we quickly eat the breakfast that my mother prepared ... then the race to school .... And today ... where are those good mornings today? She got lost somewhere along the way while we were chasing a better job, a higher salary, a new car ... And maybe they are here ... only now I'm the mom who makes scrambled eggs, pancakes ... and sends the kids to work ... Good morning .... in the photo is my winter corner for drinking coffee ... it's already cold on the terrace ...