the heat of the summer is beginning to fade, the ever so slight chill in the air tells of coming cold. we've taken our boots and scarves out of hibernation and are patiently waiting until they're truly appropriate. it's also that time that the heat has worn on us, and in wishing for relief in the form of cold and cozy, we've forgotten just how bone-chilling days can get, and for now we're looking at winter from afar and through rose colored glasses.
that same brief chill made me take out the knitting needles, as well as the chunky chunky yarn i bought in the south of france this summer. the lady who sold it to me didn't speak any english, and my french is nothing to brag about, but as i gravitated towards the light grey bliss and hugged it to my chest, she smiled a smile only two knitters can understand.
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