Palm House

Immediately after waking up, I head up the external stairs to our shared greenhouse a few floors higher. I walk slowly, trying to perceive the extraordinary liveliness that flows from all sides. Together with me, he checks the new additions in the pot and the sleeping sun. He carefully stretches his rays over the flowers. I hear the door open and my roommate appears in the room, probably going to get fresh mint for tea. She looks down from the window and I lower my eyes in the same direction. Together we observe the tenants of the flower beds that are located directly opposite our building. I have to go out into the city's hustle and bustle. The metal staircase rumbles softly under my feet. I already know that I am going to have a wonderful day.