Idyll and Wisp of Smoke. Savoring the Days | Postcard | Green Isle

That day, I checked into a small cottage nestled between the mountains and the stream. In the silent, rainy village, time seemed to flow differently. We drank tea, cooked, and walked, passing two ordinary days like this. I watched the rain fall and stop from inside the house; I turned the lights on and off. Time left its mark on the ancient walls. It was then that a poem, traveling from afar, knocked on my heart's door. In such moments, I had to write. I know the essence of my words is born from the earth, unable to reach the grand halls, But all of this is still so beautiful to me. Looking up into the cloudy sky, trying to find a star, It was in that moment I truly realized How precious it is to be someone who always looks up, searching for beauty. Lying in bed, my soul steeped in softness, In the darkness, I thanked the world from the bottom of my heart for bringing me here. Embrace beauty and kindness; laugh; live simply; Genuinely cherish certain things; know what is most important. And then, be honest with yourself and the world. Tomorrow, or rather, every day... I truly wish to become this kind of person.