Chaos|فوضى

A Magical morning

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The dust where over the calm field.
The sun just got up and shone over the rooftops.
The air was cold and fresh and as I breathe, the warm air came out as little clouds.
It was one of these magical mornings.
Where everything is good and cozy and you are just glad to woke up and go out.
This was the perfect moment to sit in the car and drive where ever you want. Without a destination just as long as you want to go to a place you have never been before.
And I always asking myself:
"Why cannot be every morning like this?"
''Why cannot this moment last forever?''