Sometimes I catch myself how nice it is to just walk around the house barefoot, when the floor is warm, the silence is quiet and somewhere in the kettle water is gurgling ☕ You don't have to rush anywhere, your phone is charging somewhere, and you just exist. The plaid is thrown off the back of the sofa, the book is opened in the middle, the kitchen smells of something sweet 🍪 At such moments the house is not walls, but an extension of your breath