It seems that we still have winters, if only for a little while. Monday, bathed in the glow of the winter sun and still retaining the flavour of the weekend, feels good and solid. All focus, zero adrenaline. Liberating myself from social media truly feels like liberation.

During my mid-day walk, I realized that I haven’t written down all the small moments of the weekend that I remember so lovingly:

Having a chance to cook and to clean on Saturday

Painting with kids with my favourite acrylic paints

Kids making guacamole together and eating it with chips

Watching a whole movie on Saturday night

Sunday morning crêpes

Kids’ friends coming over to play with them

First time sledging this winter

Finishing Emily Monnet’s Okinum

Sushi in the evening

Reading the poem written by a dear friend for my late cat Echo

Falling asleep on the couch, tired, but not exhausted