FROM THE EDITOR
I had a moment recently, on a rare excursion outside my home, that was brilliant. I walked through the park in the snow, and I made a snowman, and my husband and I chatted as we strolled. We watched kids sledding and dogs jumping awkwardly in mounds of fresh powder, and the sky turned pink as the sun set. I felt better than I had in a long time. Walking home, I got to thinking about how some of the best moments in our lives are the most unremarkable—the ones that deliver simple pleasures. It’s no secret to the road-tripping community that simplicity doesn’t mean boredom; it’s actually something to aspire to. And these days, with the world as it is, we could all use a little more quiet and minimalism…