Green Horizons

#hellohalloween Every morning at Hotel Minella feels a little different, depending on the weather. That day, the sky was soft gray, the air heavy with moisture. It gave the gardens a kind of cinematic glow — green, vibrant, alive. I walked down toward the river, where tiny droplets clung to branches like glass. The water moved lazily, carrying fallen leaves downstream. There’s no need for noise or plans here; mornings are simply meant for wandering slowly and noticing everything.