Carly’s Cut, Vol. 6
The weather outside has been doing that annoying thing where it can’t decide if it’s too hot or too cold, but inside is another story. Friends, a good bowl of soup, and zero urgency make everything feel right. January is usually my least favorite month of the year, which I think is a fairly popular opinion, but this one surprised me. It delivered small, steady delights and now I’m almost a little sad to see the first month of the year wrap up.
I ate more bowls of soup than I could reasonably keep track of, made a serious dent in a very cinephile-leaning Letterboxd watchlist, and finally watched the leaves give in and blanket my yard in crisp, wilted layers. All things considered, January showed up better than expected.








