Lying beneath trees that smell of thyme. Dipping my toes in the pool overlooking the ocean between Italy and Greece. Yoga at the roof top. The sound of the birds in the background. Never have I ever smelled roses like this – walking down to the beach.
I can see the ocean from where I sit on our terrace. An endless colour of blue. Whether it will decide to rain or the heat decides to burn my feet – I’m happy and grateful that I am here.
Come what may.