I am so happy, my dear friend, so absorbed in the exquisite sense of mere tranquil existence, that I neglect my talents. I should be incapable of drawing, yet I feel as though the beauty of the world flows through me. The soft air, the gentle light, and the calm of my surroundings fill my heart with peace. Every moment seems to whisper of joy, and I am content simply to be — to breathe, to feel, to exist in this quiet harmony with nature.