

I woke up early, barefoot, with a cup of strong coffee on the balcony, watching the city wake up with me ☕
Then I went dancing — not for the stage, not for the camera, just for me.
For the rhythm my body craves.
My city, my music, my sun — everything breathing in sync.
Sometimes happiness isn’t a show.
It’s salty skin after the sea.
It’s laughter echoing to a street beat.
It’s being in love with your own life… and just alittlebit with the one reading this 🖤