6. Morning Glory

The last few days reminded me of times long gone. Times which made me happy simply with the tiny moments of pleasure in them. When friends were friends when sharing good & bad, when there was no competition or back-stabbing, when we drank beer on benches in cities we'd never been to, when we skipped duties and choirs cause we knew we could. My first July Morning - a weekend with the best. Morning Glory is the only topic that can describe it fully. Not only because of the sun's glamour but because of our messy hairs and puffy eyes, because of the empty bottles and the sound of guitars. It was 5am somewhere. And at 6, we were hitch-hiking back. Kamen Bryag, I miss you! Lovech, I miss you! Cause there I was on a July morning, looking for love...

Too bad this is officially just a Bulgarian tradition. We should be glad Uriah Heep make it every year for the event.. ;] Even if you are not Bulgaria, I hope you have at least one July Morning that you can never forget. Shame on you if you don't. Let's change that!