Winter arrives unnoticed in Corfu. No sudden cold, no dramatic changes. The island simply becomes quieter—as if someone has removed unnecessary sounds and left only the essentials. The sea changes color. It no longer tries to be a postcard—it becomes deep, heavy, and real. The wind brings the scent of rain and wet earth, and the island's greenery seems to become even denser, even more vibrant. In winter, Corfu belongs to those who live here. The beaches empty, the roads clear