A little horse from an old children’s carousel, colorful but slightly faded by time, stands still in the quiet of a rural courtyard. In front of it, an old brick house, with crooked shutters and plant vases. A corner suspended in time, where the past and memories meet. That little horse brings me back to childhood: to summer afternoons, light laughter, and a sense of wonder that seemed endless. A magical and unexpected place, hidden in simplicity.