VOLUME 3
A Tale of Simple Living_
In the midst of Slovenia's calm scenery, our wooden cabin became a tranquil retreat.
Surrounded by nature's embrace, life here unfolded in the gentle rhythm of simplicity and relaxation.
In the crisp mornings, I'd step outside to the scent of pine lingering in the air. The first rays of sunlight painted the cabin in a warm hue as I began my day with a purposeful routine. Chopping wood became a morning awakening, a communion with nature's provision. Each swing of the axe echoed through the stillness, a reminder of the simple acts that sustain us.
With the fireplace crackling, I'd retreat into the cabin, feeling the warmth seep into the wooden walls. The slow life took hold as I settled into a well-worn armchair, a book in hand. In this retreat of quietude, the pages turned like the seasons, and I found solace in the world of words. Learning became a constant companion, the pursuit of knowledge an ever-present search.
As the day unfolded, there was a quiet satisfaction in improving ourselves, whether through the pages of a book or the silent introspection that only nature can inspire. The art of slow living wasn't just a concept; it was a daily practice, a deliberate choice to savor the nuances of each passing moment.
Outside, beyond the window, a deer occasionally graced us with its presence. Majestic and untamed, it moved with a grace that mirrored the paceful cadence of our cabin life.
Evenings descended in a symphony of tranquility.
In the heart of this simple life, surrounded by the whispers of nature and the crackling fireplace, the cabin became more than shelter; it became a sanctuary for the soul. And as we embraced the slow dance of life, we discovered that true richness lay not in possessions but in the quiet moments, the crackling fire, the turning pages, and the silent visits from creatures of the wild.