Between Light and Stillness

#hellohalloween At sunrise, the River Suir moves like liquid glass, mirroring the soft colors of the sky. I stepped outside barefoot, the grass still cold from the night. A few ducks glided by, barely rippling the surface. The gardens at Minella hold that perfect early stillness — untouched, calm, and endlessly green. The hotel behind me felt half-asleep, its windows glowing faintly. It’s the kind of peace you don’t chase — you simply notice it, breathe it in, and let it stay.