For me, this moment is always associated with mulled wine ❤️. But not with the usual sweet drink that is made anywhere, but with a real, "autumn" recipe - when each ingredient seems to whisper to you: "It's still warm."

I love it when spices slowly simmer in a saucepan: cinnamon, cloves, a little ginger 🌿. When the wine becomes thick and aromatic, and the orange zest adds a slight sourness - there is a feeling that time has slowed down, and the world has stopped rushing. Sometimes I think: maybe it is such simple rituals that make autumn real? 🍁

I put the mug on the table, take a book, close my eyes and understand that for me mulled wine is not just a drink. It is a whole process, a small miracle, an opportunity to be here and now. When it is noisy around me, and my thoughts are flying anywhere, I know: one warm sip is enough for everything to return to its place.

And I often think: why do such moments seem special only in autumn? Maybe it is not about the season, but about the fact that we are ready to feel the warmth and joy of small things only when the cold reminds us of itself ❄️.

Have you ever tried to feel autumn not with your eyes, but with your taste and smell? 🍷💭