Slow Season

The first cool morning arrives like a polite knock on the door. The air is crisp and sweet with woodsmoke and fallen leaves. Summer’s rush softens into a slower rhythm—you can hear your own breath again. Mornings call for warm mugs and long pauses. Afternoons invite detours down golden tunnels of trees. Even chores become gentle rituals. Fall teaches us to savor, to gather, to move at the speed of wonder.