Apricot Compote is sweet. Lila nodded, her eyes wide with wonder. She remarked that she could feel a magical presence that transcends time and distance, as if the garden were a living entity watching over them and sharing its story.
Wind blows the trees. As I ascend, the vegetation thins and the wind intensifies, bringing a cooler breeze. I zip up my lightweight jacket, glad I brought it—even on warm days, higher elevations can be unexpectedly cool.