solitude

you should have sleep longer but you woke you earlier than you expected. it sunny saturday and home alone day.

you whisked up your breakfast, a bowl of serrano  ham with honeydew.

not your usual breakfast of cereal and cold milk, but a special treat on weekend where you have time to enjoy every single bite and do some reading.

a small spread of home made ume jam and butter

to go with the two slices of toast...

a cappuccino and a glass of summer water.

it's still and refreshing in the mid morning. clear blue sky which will certainly become soaring hot later.

moment of solitude. moment for one. the "me" time.

although you have plenty of visitors, butterflies hovering around the flower patch, but they are silence and pretty visitors that didn't interfere with your quiet time. solitude.

 your stomach is satisfied with the breakfast, your spirit is filled with your daily bread and you are ready for the weekend. even though it started rather lazily.