Bottom of Winter. Somewhere in the Heartland. Mid-morning.

The leaves underfoot no longer crackle. Long months buried under frost, then snow, have weathered them. Softened them.

You know the feeling. That’s why your boots carry you into the forest.

Sunday afternoon. Late Winter. Outside, the snow swirls lazily past the windows. Then — the gentle pop of the cork.

Here's a simple evening ritual that will take 5-10 minutes and will enhance your memory of your day while also keeping your life less cluttered.