Familiar ground

After months of movement, fall feels like a return. The light fades earlier, the air cools, and home starts to feel like a place to stay again. It’s the season of slower mornings, of cooking more, of noticing how familiar spaces shift with the light.

There’s nothing dramatic about it — just small changes that mark the time passing, quietly. Being back where I grew up makes it even more noticeable — everything looks the same, yet never quite is.