A month can hold the slow dawn of a genuinely new chapter, too big to step into all at once.

A strong dawn-gold around white. It rings like an open chord left sounding, smells of warm bread and citrus, and has the warmth of full morning sun on the skin.

A whole new chapter can feel like more than you can begin. It opens no door and starts nothing — it holds a strong, warm light to begin from, so a large new thing can be entered a morning at a time.