We borrowed a friend's cottage and left our phones in a drawer. The plan was simple: walk, read, cook and sleep early.
By the second morning the quiet felt like a gift. We noticed birdsong, the colour of the hills at dusk, the way conversation slows down when no one is in a hurry.
I came home lighter and promised myself to repeat it every season.
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