I woke up early, barefoot, with a cup of strong coffee on the balcony, watching the city wake up with me β Then I went dancing β not for the stage, not for the camera, just for me.For the rhythm my body craves. My city, my music, my sun β everything breathing in sync. Sometimes happiness isnβt a show.Itβs salty skin after the sea. Itβs laughter echoing to a street beat. Itβs being in love with your own lifeβ¦ and just alittlebit with the one reading this π€