In that moment where the fog hangs low over the land & the calm grey light glows at the windowpanes. The steam of tea dances above your mug, and no one is yet awake but you. This is for curling up in your favorite comfy chair, for tiptoeing through the house…for binge reading books on lazy afternoons, for quietly slipping through the woods on a walk as nothing but the rush of leaves and the snap of twigs resounds.