Exhaling, revisited.

The moment we hit the ramp of the motorway, everything is fine.

If this posse is on the move, all is good.

This is not to say that things aren’t good when we are at home, but the space in the tank when we hit the road is great.

Everybody starts breathing better.

So now, at the kitchen table, I can exhale. Because it’s hygge.

What did you do to exhale today?

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