Hello Budapest.
This is my first long-distance trip. And the first stop after Krakow is Budapest.
The bus station met me quite early. Not many people, the underground floor of the bus station with a slight smell of "street food". The "1 Minute" market had just opened, and there was a board with the schedule.
Here I had to wait more than an hour and a half.
I didn't really feel like walking, because I had a suitcase larger than I wanted to drag behind me.
Since the underground floor of the bus station was full of annoying flies, I had to go upstairs. There was a fresh breeze and the morning sun.
A little more and I would have to go further.
True peace is the ability to hear the breath of the streets before they are filled with human noise.
The morning sun does not choose which area to illuminate, it simply returns its true colors to the stones.
In the early hours of the day, architecture becomes transparent, and thoughts are clear of everyday worries.
Big cities are cured of their madness only during the short pause between night and dawn.
Whoever has not seen the sleepy avenues wake up, knows this world only half.
Peace is not the absence of sounds, it is the ability to distinguish the whisper of the wind between the skyscrapers.
The art of living in a metropolis is to find your corner of shade when everything around starts to burst into motion.
Morning is the only time when the city does not try to sell you something, it simply allows you to be present.
When the shadows from the streetlights become longer than the streetlights themselves, a silence that cannot be bought is born in the heart.
The best decisions come when the cobblestones are still damp from the night's coolness, and the sky is already brightening.
Wisdom begins with a long look at an empty street, which in an hour will become a human anthill.
Morning gives the city a chance to start all over again, even if it was terribly wrong in the evening.
The rhythm of modern life requires speed, but true strength lies in those moments when you are in no hurry.
Being alone with the dawn among concrete walls is a special luxury available to anyone who knows how to open their eyes in time.
A calm morning is a bridge between the chaos of yesterday and the uncertainty of today, built of pure light.
Congrats on your daily Ecency leaderboard quest, @shadeflowersart! Wishing you a wonderful adventure as you explore the beautiful city of Budapest.
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A city does not belong to the one who owns its land, but to the one who wakes up first to share its silence.