I'm not a big morning fan.I'm not one of the enthusiasts that just can't wait to start a new day.I don't mean to be ironical , in fact I wish I was different.But I just can't find the slightest energy to do anything in the morning.
Mornings are quite always getting my nerves on, especially that waking up alarm of my mobile. Brrr, I totally hate it..
But there are some special mornings too , you know?
The one at the photo is one of them.
It was a cold day and everything looked like surrounded with a blue-greyish texture..It made everything look even colder and frozen.The pigeons and the cannons, the bleak trees, the lonely people passing there, the lamp and the sky...Everything in this natural tableau seemed so perfectly harmonized with blue and melancholy.
But it wasn't sad at all..It was such a magic moment to experience , such a lovely, poetic emotion.
You could breathe the fresh , cold air and feel the nose-ferocious , odour of the sea vaporize the whole platitudinous,brain disturbing granules .
I stayed there for half an hour watching the sea and engorging this peerless view.Left the place with a feeling of enrichment.
If there was any way to help the mornings pass perfectly , this one would be my definite number one!
