After the rain in Corfu

Sometimes the rain is just a prelude. It washes away the noise, exhales the heat, takes away the unnecessary. And then - suddenly: the air becomes cleaner, the palm leaves shine like glass, and the sky decides to leave you a gift.

I stood silently. In front of me was the sea. And above the sea was a rainbow. A real one. Like a childhood dream that no one had time to spoil.

Corfu off-season knows how to be generous in silence. It doesn't call. It just gives.