The color of the sun shifts, the days grow shorter. Even the sea is no longer the same; its vibrant blue giving way to deeper, cooler shades. The waves strike the shore with a different rhythm. September fades into October, and with the bittersweetness of leaving summer behind, we find ourselves on the road back home. Summer houses are closed, curtains drawn, doors shut. Perhaps you’re returning from a late-season escape, when beaches are quieter, days a little lonelier. The

When we were kids, after an injury my mother would reach for a small bottle of oil she had made herself. It came from St. John’s Wort, a plant she carefully gathered in the summer sun, left to rest in olive oil, and waited patiently as it turned deep red; as if the plant was giving its own magic to the world. At our grandmother’s house, healing carried the same quiet presence. There were always bunches of Helichrysum, the only plant she trusted most, hanging upside down to dr

Some friendships begin quietly and deepen with time, like sun-warmed afternoons that stretch long into evening. Yağmur is one of those...