Nothing better than leaving the office a little bit early without saying/explaining anything to anyone, just grabbing my bag and my coat and coming back home.
A stolen moment. It’s precious because it isn’t an ordinary moment, it’s something that I was craving for, I listening to my soul and said I deserve it, I need it, so I gave up everything else to be with myself. To be at home, warm, alone, with a cup of tea and a book.
The photo above is from the weekend when we were snowed in. Now I’m writing this blog post and wishing lots of stolen moments to you and of course to myself as well.