I took a walk with Kusik through the early morning streets of Toulouse. At this hour, the city is still half-asleep, its streets nearly empty, with only a few people hurrying about their business. I love these moments—walking along the cobblestone paths, listening to the soft patter of raindrops on the pavement, breathing in the fresh scent that lingers after a night of rain. As long as the rain isn’t too heavy, it adds a special charm to the walk.

We continue strolling, and soon, I find a cozy café with large umbrellas. There’s a table with a perfect view of the Capitole. I take a seat, Kusik settles beside me, quietly observing the world. I order a coffee and a croissant—simple, classic, and unmistakably French.

The warm cup feels comforting in my hands, and the croissant crunches lightly as I break off a piece. I take my time, enjoying this quiet moment, its simplicity and purity. My iPhone rests in my hand—a small window to the world, allowing me to be here and yet in conversations with friends across different continents. It’s fascinating how technology connects us, even when we are thousands of miles apart.

But right now, I just sit under the umbrella, listening to the city waking up, watching as life slowly unfolds around me. Sometimes, it’s enough just to be—to not rush, not plan, not think about work. To simply exist in the moment and let thoughts flow naturally.

And one day, it will become clear how these morning reflections will find their place in my life.