Hello, friends. I’m writing this on a quiet, January morning. The final moments of last year have now slipped away. Outside, there is a sprinkling of frost on the ground, a chill in the air, but the sky overhead is cloudless. In the bare tree outside, birds are singing. The world is muted, as if it’s still deciding whether it wants to wake up. I’ve poured beans into the coffee machine and brewed a fresh cup, wrapped myself up in a soft blanket. I too, am still sleepy, but it’s a satisyfing lull. Before I can start looking at emails and to-do lists, taking down the tree and returning to…