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The scent of damp wood fills the air. Earthy. It smells like the forest. Fresh. A drop falls from a beech leaf onto my cheek, the last remnant of this morning’s rain shower.

Now, the sun is peeking through the canopy. A gentle breeze beckons me to the lake, but first, I need to finish the game of boule behind the house.

The kitchen is harvesting beets from the garden. Will they be on our plates later?

Maybe I’ll treat myself to some stargazing with a fine cocktail in hand after dinner?

Our departure is planned for tomorrow.

An inner voice calls out,

„Stay [Blyb.] a little longer.“

A hotel.