The Scent of Quiet Joy

#springwander Not every joy shouts. Some simply bloom. In Hontanilla, that joy carries in the wind, lingers on the bark, and rests in the crook of every tree. It smells of hyacinths and damp soil, of leaves not yet fallen. You breathe it in without needing to explain why. Here, joy is not loud. It is gentle, persistent, and sweet. It lives in every corner, waiting patiently.