The changing light softens my rush, slow knits and murky colors are now filling my thoughts.
I’m ready to breathe again, life’s been slightly uncomfortable and filled with much too much stuff.
I only have the tiniest of sock toes to show.
The oaks are shedding and the squirrels are bickering about it. Again with that changing light, late August chilly evenings are my favorite 💕
I may be undoing more than I’m doing, but that’s ok, getting lost in a moment of simple distraction (whether or not productive) is beautifully useful in its own way.