Dresden

Morning in Dresden smelled of coffee and stone. Florence on the Elbe - yesterday rubble, today shop windows, towers, and music. The city rose, brushed off the dust, put on a fresh shirt, and walked towards the sun. In the square, a musician stood with a worn-out saxophone. A light mist crept over the cobblestones. Someone laughed. Someone kissed. Life returned—hesitant, yet persistent like spring after a long winter ❤️