The first day of December carries a soft edge. Air turns a little clearer. Sounds travel a little farther. You notice how footsteps mark the morning in slow intervals, as if the ground itself asks for care. There is no urgency here, only a reminder that attention has a temperature, and that cooler days suit slower work.
You do not need to change much. Put the phone in a drawer for a while. Set one modest task, the kind that benefits from steady hands and an unrushed mind. Let the kettle fill and heat at its own pace. Allow the room to become a companion rather than a backdrop.
When the light swings lower, the day opens rather than closes. Boundaries help in this season. They frame the day, and within that frame, color deepens. This is how a month learns to carry you. Small decisions, made kindly. A little less noise, a little more listening. The rest can wait.