My favourite time of the day is … || Week:195

Getting up early and creating in the company of my coffee...

I turn off at night, but in the early morning I am a sun before my time…

The ideas are bustling in my brain and I jump up, lest I forget them. Sometimes I think that my pillow is a hard drive that turns on and releases scripts, structures, titles or thumbnails.

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Then I accompany the moment with my coffee and the equation reaches perfection.

I love getting up early to hear the silence of a day that has not yet dawned, the calm, the serenity, even if intense lights try. I go to the kitchen to get my alarm clock and I fulfill my ritual of straining it, my delicious and aromatic Venezuelan coffee.

From there I go straight to my lair, my space of creation that I have built during the many years that I have been here in my house. My creativity is skyrocketing, and my fingers are trying to keep up with the rhythm of my mind, on my computer keyboard.

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In this world of mine is everything I need.

My books, my affections, the photos of my children, my parents, I can watch from my window as the city begins to wake up, and the neighbor continues with his eternal Christmas lights that have already been on for two years. I love getting up early to listen to the silence, loving my time of the day while I write.

These are hours of silence and fullness. It overflows my passion of telling stories to create a sense of rootedness. To say that there are many of us who are committed to building since life to somehow leave a good legacy of perseverance, mettle, strength and kindness... I don't get tired of thanking when dawn breaks and seeing her arrive from my balcony drinking coffee is extraordinary, Galen.

I try as much as possible to vivify and portray with my narrative by writing what I love, my affections, they are the best inspiring angels. They are the memories, the passage of my daily steps through the clouds, at dawn, of my "Moderna" space giving it a futuristic approach. But my soul emerges from among those sunrises, without auroras yet, because it is at dawn that I fill the heart and the feeling and the rooting for the land that gave birth to me, the land of the beloved sun.

That is the favorite moment of the day, indelible, that affirms the deep experience of what I manage to feel when the dawn arrives... what else to tell you, Galen? As always, I am short on words and choked up, grateful and happy in the feeling that I share in every moment that life gives me.

And after the whole day doing rituals at dawn, I love when I take a bath, specially before going to bed, it is like a relaxation ritual before the next day.

Janitze...🌅