Sunday Morning

“Sunday Morning.”

I woke up at 5:45 a.m., and the first line of today’s journal began like this.

Sunday, July 12, 2026. Anyang. 6:20 a.m., 25°C.

This morning, my gratitude was simply this:

“Grateful for the peace this morning brings.”

I watched the first half of the England–Norway match, warmed up, and headed out for a run, choosing the shadiest 5-kilometer route I could find.

After stretching, a shower, and a simple breakfast, the clock still reads just after 8:05 a.m.

The match has gone into extra time.

After watching it, I’ll stop by the café I picked out during my run and spend some time doing this and that.

That’s my Sunday morning.

Let’s run!