A ray of sunlight penetrated through a crack in the curtain and gently touched your face. The sleepy whisper of the wind coming from the open window mingled with the gentle chirping of birds–a perfect symphony orchestra of awakening. You stretched, feeling pleasantly tired after yesterday's gardening, and smiled. Having escaped from the frenzied rhythm of the city, from the endless flow of information and the pressure of society, you and David have found your paradise in the Valley of the Pelicans, a secluded village lost among hills surrounded by greenery.

Your months here are like a life lived, full of bright colors that you hadn't noticed before. A life measured not in hours and minutes, but in sunrises and evening sunsets, the taste of ripe berries picked by oneself, and the aroma of freshly cut grass. You have exchanged asphalt for soft earth, office buildings for a cozy, creaking wooden house, and endless traffic jams for silence, interrupted only by birdsong and the distant bleating of sheep.

And so, David's morning kiss on the forehead, soft and gentle, awakens me from a sweet dream. His voice, calm and full of love, cuts through the morning silence.:

— «Good morning, honey, I've already watered all our crops while you were sleeping.»