I think I create a little for little Beatrice, the one who believed in fairies and that she could fly. When wonder rises in me, I feel so close to my child's heart and I tell myself that deep down, maybe that's what happiness is. Letting yourself be carried away by the dancing reflections on a lake, being touched by the light that passes through the fir trees, wanting to capture all that and feel it being born under my fingers.

If you are reading this, I wish you a life filled with contemplative moments. Thank you for stopping by for a moment.