It’s the first cool morning of September.

Outside, there’s a certain shift: the sunlight is clearer, the breeze a little less forgiving, all hinting at the slow turning of seasons. I settle at my favorite corner of the kitchen (actually, I have many favorite spots in my home), hands wrapped around a mug, feeling the quiet urgency that always arrives this time of year.

Before we dive in, I wonder - did you have a summer that brought a breath of ease, even just a pocket of it? Or did the months pass in a blur, leaving you longing for gentleness as routines return? However your summer unfolded, I’m so glad you’ve landed here.