my front steps with a hot drink, my antique stand in one hand and a four-legged companion at my feet, I suddenly understood the true significance of this modest object.
It was not just a utilitarian accessory, but a true symbol: that of the time we give ourselves, far from the digital noise, the constant notifications and the modern hustle and bustle.
It’s comparable to rediscovering an audio cassette, a rotary phone, or a magic lamp: a dive into the past that reminds us that the purest joys are often
