The coffee was hot. The morning air was cool. And somewhere between the old brick buildings and the stories whispered through town for generations, I lost track of time. Galena has a way of doing that. One minute you’re grabbing coffee. The next you’re wandering streets that have stood since

Sometimes the best part of the day is doing absolutely nothing. Just me and Trixie, stretched out on a hammock, listening to the trees move in the breeze. No schedule, no rushing, no notifications—just a quiet afternoon with a dog who is perfectly content to be wherever I am. Trixie may be ol