Summer knew no hurry, and neither did the little one.” Amidst the scent of warm earth and ripening fruit, we discover the beauty of the long, patient wait. A story of sun-drenched meadows and the sweet abundance of the North.

Nothing in the meadow seemed to rush. And yet, somehow, everything found its way.” A gentle encounter with a silver-trailed snail reveals that "slow" isn't about being late, it’s about moving at the right pace for your own heart