Where Giants Watch the Quiet

The air was heavy, the kind that tells you rain is just minutes away. You could already smell the earth changing, that raw, damp scent rising up as the sky started to shift. 

He sat quietly, not rushed, not distracted. His dog playing around him, but he just watched the view in front of him calm, content, steady, like he’d seen it thousands of times and it still hadn’t gotten old.

He looked like a local farmer, maybe from one of the nearby fincas, just taking a break before heading back down. 

There was something honest about it, no phone, no fuss, just a man and his dog sitting in a valley where the world’s tallest palms rise around you like silent giants. 

He wasn’t trying to be anywhere else.

This was a moment of pause, simple, real, and completely present.