Equinox mornings & wool

With the autumnal equinox upon us, these stolen crisp mornings have heralded a return of the bamboo crochet hook and some chunky merino wool the shade of soft burnt caramel and milky creams. 

I am slowly, slowly soaking up The Big Music while my hook bobs up and down, letting it wash over me, reading and rereading passages without rushing, stopping to sink into my freshly baked blackcurrant and orange thumbprint sweet and breathe in the earthy nutty coffee. 

It's a shifting season, Autumn, and one I have come to love for its call to seeping slowness.