Hi there! :DI have a deep love for trees. There’s something captivating about watching their leaves sway gently in the wind. Rain is pleasant too, but only at night, when it mingles with the stars and falls like little flakes of honeyed ice from the sky.The truth is, I seek peace and believe in the beauty of a quiet life (even if I sometimes forget it). The idea of “happiness,” in my ridiculous or naïve mind — or perhaps both — would be: lying on warm grass on a summer afternoon, with a golden field of wheat and red tulips as companions. The wind like the breath of a gentle dragon.