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A morning that's taking its time to decide whether it will be sunny or cloudy. Somewhere deep in my memory, an alarm clock is buzzing, but it seems it's not the alarm clock ringing, but adulthood. The one where breakfasts become negotiations, laughter is a cover, and time slips through your fingers like tea poured in haste. Running to avoid being late for something important, although it's not entirely clear what exactly. Piecing yourself back together between others' expectations and your own "have-tos." Learn patience like a new art form. And then suddenly realise that being an adult isn't about victories, but about the ability to stay the course, even when you don't know where the finish line is. Somewhere there, between the grey sky and the warmth of palms, a quiet reconciliation emerges. It's not surrender, it's just growing up.