




The winding path leads to a welcoming glow in the window. As I walk up and open the Dutch door, I'm enveloped in warmth - of rich wood tones, textiles in jewel colors, the smell of ginger cookie candles. My shoulders relax as the cares of the day melt away. This space was crafted just for me, every detail infused with care to nourish my senses. The armchair beckons for reverie while cider steams beside it. I let out a contented sigh. How beautiful to have a place that feels so profoundly mine, a refuge to rest and recharge. This is solace. This is home.