Yakabatanidzwa ruzha

This morning started slow in the best way. I woke up to that soft Paris light slipping through the curtains, the kind that makes everything feel a little quieter, a little gentler. I made my first cup of coffee and just stood by the window for a moment, letting the warmth settle in my hands while the city stretched awake below me. There’s something about hotel mornings that feels different — like the world pauses for a second before the day really begins. I took a sip, breathed in that mix of f