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I opened my eyes grudgingly… my bed was warm, contrasting with the air I breathed in: invigorating, crisp, and cold. But I had to get out of my cocoon. It was a school day, and I was a teacher. As I fumbled to put on my thick wool slippers and bulky robe, I noticed a strange silence. A heavy, muted kind of quiet. Was something wrong? I parted the curtains and glanced out — a winter wonderland had quietly crept in overnight! The trees, the meadow, the fences were all adorned

Summer has always been a season of contrasts, but I’ve never felt it more than when reflecting on life between my hometown in California and my current home here in Spain. Though the landscapes, traditions, and languages are different, there’s an unmistakable rhythm to summer that crosses cultures — one that celebrates community, connection, and the simple joy of staying cool.