Early Morning Wander

#hellohalloween There’s a certain rhythm to mornings at Minella that makes you forget the rush of travel. The smell of coffee drifts through the hallways, doors creak softly as guests begin their day, and outside the river carries on its slow, steady path. I wandered through the gardens, camera in hand, catching light bouncing off wet leaves. Across the water, the mountains stood silent and sure. It’s one of those places where time feels elastic — a single hour stretches into peace.