There are moments when I really feel that feeling. Like the one in one random Monday morning in July, when the chills creeping through my sock. I felt it again on another random morning in August. That one morning. I went to sleep on the couch in our rented apartment living room at 2.30 am. After spending the night on the balcony looking through the sea, talking about how we were looking at the sea and everything else around this city that was not ours, but the sky was still the same. Cheesy. The temperature was 6 degree. We laughed.
We chose to sleep on the couch in the living room because the glass doors that covers the building would allow the first sun light fell straight to our faces. We let the curtains open so we could watch the edge of the horizon within our sight. And when we woke up a few minutes before 6 am, we saw the golden ray. It was so calming. Despite the lack of sleep, we decided to walk out the door and went to get some coffee.
As we walked on the neighbourhood, watching the city slowly awake, I couldn't help but feel so content. In that moment, we don't have to worry about tomorrow or the pile of the laundry. We don't have to worry about work, about the future or the the ending of that day. All's forgiven, all's forgotten. In that moment, I was reminded that I'm in love with the world too.