Where time stands still
The day ends over the sea. From the bedroom window the sun sinks into the horizon and she stays to watch it, wrapped in a knitted blanket, in no hurry.
In the evening the fire is lit in the fireplace. The house smells of wood and stone, and the only music is the quiet.
In the morning everything starts at the pool, which seems to spill into the sea. She steps into the water, leans on the edge and looks at the horizon. She isn't waiting for anyone, she isn't rushing anywhere.
A hotel film for an Airbnb with a view, so guests can feel the calm of the house before they even book it.
