I woke up early, much earlier than usual, and found myself drawn to the Rosaleda for a quiet morning walk. The air was crisp, carrying that familiar chill that bites just enough to remind me of the changing seasons. But as I strolled through the paths, the soft sunlight wrapped around me like an old friend, making the cold feel a little less harsh.

There's something about this place that always brings me a sense of peace—maybe it's the gentle rustling of the leaves or the way the roses bloom so effortlessly, painting the garden with colors that seem too perfect to be real.