I grew up in Leogang — a small village in the Austrian Alps, where the mountains are close enough to feel like walls and the winters are long and genuinely dark. It's extraordinarily beautiful. It's also a place where you learn how to be inside.
The women in my family were good at that. When the light dropped or the cold came in, there was this instinct — candles, blankets, something on the fire. A book, a warm drink. No one made a plan. It just happened, the same way every time.
Being comfortable in your own company. Being good with yourself. I didn't have a word for it then.