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The pure white snow blanketing the Netherlands right now transports me straight back to my happiest childhood winters. Schools closed, endless hours outdoors—building snowmen, skiing or sledding down neighborhood hills, skating on frozen canals. The crisp crunch of dry snow underfoot, the ethereal light that made dark winters feel bright, as if night never fully arrived. Constant magic everywhere. Wet feet, rosy red cheeks, endless laughter. Coming inside for steaming hot cho

Bobbie and the Pause This morning, while walking along the quiet path where the autumn leaves were falling gently around us, Bobbie suddenly stopped mid-step, stood perfectly still with his ears lifted toward the sky, and listened to a silence so deep that it seemed to hold the entire world, and in that moment, I found myself asking both him and the part of me that never stops moving — why do I keep running when the path is wide open and the air is calm? The Pattern of Speed