The fresh morning air enveloped him, returning from a wonderful journey, in which he was realigned with the Universe. He observed the iris flowers, smiling for their beauty. He closed his eyes and imagined his naked partner, on the bed of a hotel room in his land, Umbria. She had taken a shower while he had waited for her naked on the bed, after having washed. She joined him in her white shirt, and stood astride him. He smiled at her whispering how beautiful she was and she smiled at him. They made love and it was all beautiful, every single gesture dictated by yearning passion, as he had desired. After 15 years, their love had grown, the mutual interpenetration was all-encompassing, their two breaths lived in unison. Two hearts that beat as one. They had returned from a splendid stay, to the rediscovery of the Umbrian highlands, where they had touched the joy with their hands. The happiness of feeling part of a whole. The jubilation with which to hope to be part of a Humanity that is finally happy after so many trials. She had been pleased with all the fibers in her body. He had observed the Beauty of Nature by immortalizing some glimpses with different photographs. They had eaten a sandwich in front of the majesty of Castelluccio di Norcia, after having talked at length with a local girl who had carefully explained the phenomenon of the plateau's flowering. He lacked nothing. In the sun and the wind, beautiful, clean, in the loving hands of Mother Nature who had welcomed them with joy. The sky was changing. He felt like he was in a Scottish Highland. The shadows stretched out over the hills and mountains, creating truly majestic shades of color. Everything was green around them and the mountain, solemn and silent, still had traces of snow, which stretched white towards the valley. The man was delighted. He still did not know that this would be the umpteenth confirmation of her relationship with her, who lived on Beauty, like a real Muse. Everything was eurythmy in her, everything was becoming euthymy in him. They were experiencing another of their consecrations, in a prodigy that had been developing for 15 years, without interruption. In the wind the message that spread throughout the plateau, with which Mother Nature whispered hope, against the abominations of the inhuman alienated. Everything about her was harmony, he could hear her singing and smiled at that warm, round alto tone of hers. The Sun kissed them, bringing that disarming warmth that had been so lacking in two years of Schizodemia, with which the rulers had split the minds of most. Maybe there was a chance. Maybe not all was lost. Perhaps Humanity would have raised her most heartfelt and sublime song to the cosmos, claiming her own innate Beauty, in the ancestral desire for Freedom, which cannot be bought at the market. There was an air that eased the suffering of a people who had suffered the insane restrictions of two years of absurd governments. He had taken the sun and at that moment his complexion was red. She had eaten a local candy. Vetusta Nursia, ancient Norcia, was enchanting in its green bottle of the surrounding hills. They had bought good Umbrian bread and typical local products. They never tired of holding hands and joking. He loved to make fun of himself and she laughed with gusto. He listened to her in her discussions, always analytical and profound, marked by the spirit of Truth and justice for all. It was for these reasons that he loved her boundlessly and intended never to disappoint her. He already imagined what they would be like when they were elderly, with their home, garden and many works of genius to read and listen to, in the happy hours of the evening. The two communicated a lot, with words, deeds, smiles, games they played to still feel carefree children. It had been a tough two years for any person who had a right feeling. Two years in which he risked losing everything, including psychic balance. He always had her in mind, even when they were physically distant. She was his beacon in the storm. Her happy landing, her oasis. She was strong as an oak, while he had learned to be tetragonal, thanks to what she communicated to him. She felt different and they both were. Not enslaved to a criminal project of domination of the people. Away from fashions. Refractory to every malicious call of the system. She put her hand on his leg as she drove and whistled a tune on the radio. He realized that this was the best moment of his life. She never let him down. Can you be happy with a pandemic and a war? Yes. It can be if you don't let messages of death enter your inner garden. They set off again, looking for a good Umbrian olive oil and he swore to himself to remember how overwhelming it was to make love with her and hear her whisper words of pure desire ...