Morning in the village of Lakones, Corfu.

In the village of Lakones, silence is not silent - it lives. Here, the walls are not painted, but faded. The rooster crows, and you understand: on the island, the day begins not by the clock, but by sound.

I am sitting by the wall where basil grows in a clay pot. In front of me is a cup of bitter coffee and a window in which only light moves.

An old man passes by with a bundle of bread. A woman waters plants from a bottle. A cat jumps onto the roof without making a sound.

📖 What I take with me from this morning:

• notebook with the line: "Peace is not the absence of sound, it is its form"

• the smell of earth when it has just been watered

• astringency of coffee without sugar

• the desire to live when no one is watching