Bob Wittersheim

Pretty wine glasses, cozy-looking coffee cups, linen napkins, and heavy, hardcover cookbooks. They have a few shelves of fancy salts and olive oils. Candies and chocolates you can't find in the grocery store. And jams made of fruits I've never seen in person.

Pretty wine glasses, cozy-looking coffee cups, linen napkins, and heavy, hardcover cookbooks. They have a few shelves of fancy salts and olive oils. Candies and chocolates you can't find in the grocery store. And jams made of fruits I've never seen in person.

And the light in there is warm and inviting. There is music playing, barely loud enough to hear. Something with cellos. and violas and classical guitar. It even smells calm, like herbs and lemon and clean laundry. And all through the month of December,

And the light in there is warm and inviting. There is music playing, barely loud enough to hear. Something with cellos. and violas and classical guitar. It even smells calm, like herbs and lemon and clean laundry. And all through the month of December,

And the light in there is warm and inviting. There is music playing, barely loud enough to hear. Something with cellos. and violas and classical guitar. It even smells calm, like herbs and lemon and clean laundry. And all through the month of December,

And listen, I enjoy the holidays. I love the lights. and the gatherings, the food and music, gifting and merrymaking. But the calm that comes after, the quiet and the fresh start of the new year might be my favorite part. So today, on this snowy afternoon, with no errands to run, no party to go to later, I was keeping a promise to myself. When I turned onto Main Street,

And listen, I enjoy the holidays. I love the lights. and the gatherings, the food and music, gifting and merrymaking. But the calm that comes after, the quiet and the fresh start of the new year might be my favorite part. So today, on this snowy afternoon, with no errands to run, no party to go to later, I was keeping a promise to myself. When I turned onto Main Street,

And listen, I enjoy the holidays. I love the lights. and the gatherings, the food and music, gifting and merrymaking. But the calm that comes after, the quiet and the fresh start of the new year might be my favorite part. So today, on this snowy afternoon, with no errands to run, no party to go to later, I was keeping a promise to myself. When I turned onto Main Street,

I actually felt my own shoulders soften on my back, my grip on the steering wheel relax a bit.

I actually felt my own shoulders soften on my back, my grip on the steering wheel relax a bit.

I actually felt my own shoulders soften on my back, my grip on the steering wheel relax a bit.

A busy place can make me feel busy. A crowded street. A noisy restaurant. A cramped aisle in the grocery store. can all leave me feeling simply too much. And while I was working on carrying my own calm, a deep well of quiet that couldn't run out inside of me, it was a work in progress. and I let the nearly empty street gift me some ease.

A busy place can make me feel busy. A crowded street. A noisy restaurant. A cramped aisle in the grocery store. can all leave me feeling simply too much. And while I was working on carrying my own calm, a deep well of quiet that couldn't run out inside of me, it was a work in progress. and I let the nearly empty street gift me some ease.

A busy place can make me feel busy. A crowded street. A noisy restaurant. A cramped aisle in the grocery store. can all leave me feeling simply too much. And while I was working on carrying my own calm, a deep well of quiet that couldn't run out inside of me, it was a work in progress. and I let the nearly empty street gift me some ease.

Salt crunched under my boots on the sidewalk, and I stopped to look up at the sky. It had been sunny earlier. that energizing blast of winter sun that gets you moving, even in the cold. But clouds had begun to move in, and I wondered if more snow was on its way.

Salt crunched under my boots on the sidewalk, and I stopped to look up at the sky. It had been sunny earlier. that energizing blast of winter sun that gets you moving, even in the cold. But clouds had begun to move in, and I wondered if more snow was on its way.

Salt crunched under my boots on the sidewalk, and I stopped to look up at the sky. It had been sunny earlier. that energizing blast of winter sun that gets you moving, even in the cold. But clouds had begun to move in, and I wondered if more snow was on its way.

Might as well welcome it. It was something a friend of mine said. When you can't get out of it, get into it.

Might as well welcome it. It was something a friend of mine said. When you can't get out of it, get into it.

Might as well welcome it. It was something a friend of mine said. When you can't get out of it, get into it.