Morning Mist Over the Suir

#hellohalloween The day begins quietly at Hotel Minella, with the mist still hugging the River Suir like a soft blanket. From my window, the lawns stretch toward the water, shimmering with dew. The first rays of sunlight peek through the trees, painting everything in pale gold. There’s a rhythm to the silence — the gentle rustle of leaves, the distant call of a bird, the faint hum of life waking up. I took a slow walk by the river path, feeling the chill of the morning fade with each step. The world feels untouched at that hour — peaceful, delicate, and completely still.