The Art of the Late Morning

There is a specific kind of golden light that enters my room when the sun is already high. Today I opened my eyes and it was 11 AM. For me, this is incredibly late. I am usually someone who loves the early hours, the quiet magic of the sunrise over the sea, but today my body decided otherwise.

The strange thing is how I felt when I woke up. I had a completely restfull sleep, the kind of deep night where you do not even dream. Yet, when I stood up, a heavy wave of tiredness washed over me. It is a soft kind of exhaustion, the type that forces you to move slow and breathe.

Curation as a Ritual

Instead of rushing to fix my day or checking my phone, I decided to lean into the feeling. I went down to the kitchen to prepare mia colazione, my breakfast, with deliberate care. When you feel tired, the objects you touch should bring you back to earth.

I chose the heavy ceramic plate I found at a vintage market in Puglia last summer. On it, I placed some perfectly ripe peaches and a thick slice of toasted sourdough with salted butter. Then, the most important part. A double shot of espresso over ice, with just a splash of cold almond milk. It looked so beautifull under the bright sun.

There is luxury in taking forty minutes to eat a simple meal. I sat by the window, watching the linen curtains move with the warm breeze. Sometimes we need these days where productivity is not the goal. We just need to exist beautifully. 🕊️

A Quiet Reflection

I am curious about your mornings too. Do you ever feel that strange weight even after a perfect night of sleep?

Let me know how you reset your energy when the day starts late, or if you also find comfort in the slow rituals. ☕