There is always a possibility of paradise.

“He drifted around things like the air, like twilight, catching unawares in the shimmering shadows the nuances of color that he transformed into the invisible core of his silent symphony. Henceforth, he captured only those mysterious interpenetrations that united shape and tone by means of a secret but unceasing progression that no convulsion or cataclysm could interrupt or impede. Space reigns supreme.”

Elie Faure Histoire de l'Art

Perhaps paradise lies not in some distant land, but in the exquisite sensation of now.

Immerse yourself fully, let the details dance before your eyes—the gentle sway of linens in the breeze, the whispered melodies of nature, the fleeting shadows caressing your skin. Here, solitude is not loneliness but a sacred communion with the self, a chance to bask in the purest essence of existence.

Surrounded by the symphony of nature—the crowing of roosters, the trill of birds, the fluttering of butterflies, the hum of bees, the rustle of leaves—you find yourself enveloped, connected.

Inhale deeply, let the fragrance of grass awaken your senses, as you breathe in life itself.

Lift your gaze to the heavens, and watch the clouds chase across the sky. Here, in this moment, you'll discover the true essence of simply being.

This is the first part of the series that decided on solitude and its beauty.