Leaving behind the fierce gales of a Boston March, our narrator finds refuge in the subtropical enchantment of Madeira. Here, the transition is absolute: from snow to eternal summer, where bougainvillaea climbs the terrace walls and bullocks drag sledges over glass-smooth pebbles. It is a travelogue of delightful contradictions, mixing the thrill of a rapid descent down steep acclivities with the quiet tragedy of the island’s first lovers. This piece captures a world where nature acts as a host rather than an adversary, offering a glimpse of a life lived entirely for pleasure.