On a simple wooden ledge, a local dove stands serenely, as if the world is slowing down just for him. Its feathers reflected the soft tones of shaded ash, hints of glistening green on its neck, and touches of purple that were like little secrets of the morning light. He didn't move much, only occasionally tilting his head, observing the surroundings with clear and curious eyes.
There are no crowds, no noise. Only the wind passed gently, caressing his feathers like an old friend. In that silence, beauty feels complete, not because of something grandiose, but because of unfeigned simplicity. The bird becomes a small portrait of balance, of how harmony can be born from the most ordinary things.
And there, between shadow and light, the dove taught one thing that is often forgotten, that calm is the most beautiful color that life can have.
