Where Light Falls Gently

#springwander Light doesn’t rush here—it drifts. It lands on blossoms and bounces off new leaves like slow-moving stardust. The trees know how to catch it, and so do you. There’s no glare, no flash—just a calm glow that seeps into everything. In Hontanilla, light feels like kindness. It lingers. It warms without burning. It touches everything like a blessing.