The sea is not blue every day, most of the time it is yellow.
But after living here, I have a lot of time, waiting for it to turn blue.
Sitting under the osmanthus tree, I closed my eyes and breathed with nature. The gentle mountain wind, carrying the fragrant flowers, merged with the insects and birds in the mountain, the rustle of the wind in the bamboo forest, and the sound of the flowing stream into a quiet air, which gently surrounded me.
Everything is beautiful, and I'm in it.
The rare moments in life I like to call happiness.
