We make snow angels, bundled up in our warmest clothes. The wind is brisk, almost biting, but so invigorating. The winter light is soft and bright at the same time, as if the world is taking a break to breathe more easily.

We breathe deeply this fresh air that awakens us, that anchors us in the moment. And already, somewhere between two bursts of laughter and cheeks rosy from the cold, a comforting thought settles in: that of returning home.

The promise of a steaming cup of tea in your hands.

The calm after the great outdoors.

The warmth is slowly returning.

Winter has this unique talent of making us appreciate the little pleasures… one sip at a time.