Under My Tree with Rain and Sunshine
🌿 Here in my small village home in Shurdhan,Te Maliqet, Kosovo, I lie stretched out on my garden bed chair, legs raised, completely still. The midday heat is intense, but I’ve created my own oasis. Above me stands a willow tree—not just a tree, but a purposefully planted natural umbrella, grown to offer me shade where no fabric ever could. Its long, gentle branches sway softly, filtering the golden sunlight. From the creek that runs through my yard, clean water is channeled into a small stone basin I built beside it. From there, it flows continuously—guided only by gravity—through a hose that reaches the tree. The water sprays gently into the leaves, creating a curtain of fine water droplets, like a soft summer rain. With every breeze, these microdroplets are carried through the air—some of them reaching my skin. They land quietly, cool me naturally, and vanish. There is no electricity here. No machine hums. Only the sound of water touching leaves, the whisper of wind, the occasional ...