I love taking long walks — by the sea when the horizon soothes the mind, or in the mountains, where the air is purer and the silences more genuine. In these landscapes there is a kind of self-evident truth that feels like me. Books are both refuges and journeys. Museums are suspended interludes. I savor solitude the way one enjoys a rare tea — slowly, fully. But I also know how much sharing gives depth and light to simple things: a coffee that lingers, a conversation that drifts, a laugh…