I live in the City of Winds. This morning it’s the City of Cold Winds. No snow yet, though. After all the work last night (went on to midnight) and after having had my morning bath to the gentle tunes of Albinoni, I feel quite pleased with myself. Now, off to work.

Morning rituals

However early or late I awake, the day never really starts until I’m in my bath. Without it I’m stuck in limbo. Sometimes it’s like that until the next morning. It’s here I wake up, balance myself and ponder what’s to be. The point of origin, the birth of the day. I’m reborn here every…