Dashiell smiled as he looked over the landscape, caught in that sweet spot between sleep and waking. Even after all these years, it still enchanted him. Breathing in the light fragrance, he closed his eyes, savoring the serene moment. His heart filled with gratitude. There was no doubt about it—he was head over heels in love with this beautiful island.
It had been a while since he had taken the time to appreciate the simple things in life, like the way the sun illuminated the landscape or the soothing sound of the waves crashing against the shore.
As the warm rays touched his skin, he felt a sense of peace wash over him. He took a deep breath, inhaling the fresh air. He could smell the sweet scent of flowers mixed with the saltiness of the sea. It was the perfect combination, and he felt his muscles relax.
