I’m waking up from the voice of my roommates speaking about their plans. It’s one of the beautiful Friday mornings in April. The air is so refreshing and it feels like the trees that are about to blossom want to hide their sprouts cause they know: it’s gonna rain. Clouds are getting closer to each other and darker and the birds are flying so close to the ground. Yes, it’s gonna rain and am gonna see how this beautiful city of Brasov takes shower.
I’m going out for breakfast. Taking a walk through the old navy streets shows the lovely and livable side of the city. life is so different even between the streets and this made me think of the coziness of traveling and right in that moment I see the reflection of my big smile in the windows of the cafe that has no visitors yet. I’m the firs one.
Choosing my seat outside always allows to see the rhythm of everyday life of locals which I love and while I’m watching how an old couple is walking hand by hand the rain is starting and I hear the symphony of the rain that combines sound of the drops on the shelter of the cafe, on windows and on the ground. life is a melody.