The best time on the island

A life that has the potential to win an award in the short film category is mine. It would have been very boring if it was long film category. That's why I'm going to make do with a short film.

I am far away from the sad noise of the city. I came to Cunda Island one day ago. The calmness of nature gives people a peaceful enthusiasm.

I settled in a small hostel on the island. The radiance of all the colors of nature is reflected in the window of my room, which is located in the attic of the hostel. My room has a single bed, a faded wooden table at the head of the bed, a sea view hanging on the wall.

I woke up this morning to the joyful bird sounds. I opened the curtains of my window, allowing the morning sun to penetrate my whole body. Actually, I didn't come here to vacation. At least I'm not planning a classic vacation. For me, vacation means free hours where I can go for nature walks and write by myself. That's why I brought my laptop with me when I came here.

Last night, I stopped by the market by the island pier and bought some apples and tangerines. According to my mom, my favorite fruit as a kid was apple. I don't care anymore which fruit I like more. I guess I bought the tangerine just because of the smell because I wasn't sure if I wanted to eat it or not. I bought them by dreaming of putting tangerine peels on the small wood stove in my hostel. I love the delicious aroma of tangerine peels burning on the stove.

After shopping for fruit, I walked the deserted and wet roads of the island on the way back to the hostel. The coolness of the rain that had fallen a few hours ago was dominant on the streets of the island, which was lonely in winter. It's actually the most beautiful time on the island.

When I arrived at the hostel, I noticed that the wood burning stove was trying to heat the living room with all its might. I told the hostel owner that I wanted to put the tangerine peels on the stove. My gracious and pleasant host, who welcomed my request, brought a plate from the kitchen. On the one hand, we ate tangerines and on the other hand, we chatted with the wonderful smell of tangerine peels burning on the stove. In fact, this elegant lady offered me tea later in the night.

That night, before I went to sleep, I watched the moonlight dancing on the dark blue of the sea from the window of my room. The moon danced for hours on the sea, ignoring the frightening darkness of the night. All the lights on the island were almost gone. Only the street lamps and the quayside lamps were on.

I thought to myself that I was exactly where I wanted to be. It was such a deep silence that I needed. A quiet conversation was more than enough, accompanied by the crackling of the burning woods and the smell of home tangerines only at certain times of the day. Other than that, there must have been words waiting to be typed inside me, my dreams, and my laptop.

That's all.