One spring in April, I went to Valea Sâmbetei in the Făgăraș Mountains with my dog and my boyfriend at the time. The valley was alive with color, fields of purple flowers spread out like a soft carpet beneath our feet, while the peaks above still held patches of snow, shining quietly in the sun.
We walked slowly, letting the silence settle around us, broken only by the sound of the wind and our footsteps. It felt peaceful, almost sacred, just the three of us surrounded by nature waking up from winter.