I was outdoors for a good chunk of yesterday, accompanying my daughter to a small artsy town nearby, where she met with gallery owners to discuss business. While she met with owners, I sat on benches, popped into shops, and walked in the park.
The daytime high temp was around 47 F. I was dressed for cold weather, but the wind was cutting right through my coat sleeves. It was a good day and well-worth the time outdoors, but by late-afternoon I was chilled to the bone. Perhaps you can imagine how welcome a hot cup of tea and a pair of cozy flannel pajamas felt in those moments once we walked back into our warm home. Sometimes, it's the truly simple things that bring me great joy.
