Some days ask very little of us.
They arrive quietly, wrapped in rain and soft light, with no urgency beyond the gentle rhythm of the hours passing. On days like these, comfort can be found in the simplest of places - a warm drink, a favourite chair, and a basket filled with colour.
The basket sits by the window, where the rain traces slow paths down the glass. Inside, the yarn waits patiently, each skein holding its own promise. Moss greens, warm golds, sky blues, and soft creams - small worlds of possibility wound into gentle spirals.
There is something deeply reassuring about yarn. It does not rush. It does not demand. It simply offers itself to be shaped, stitch by stitch, into something useful, something warm, something kind.
Nearby, a black cat watches with calm interest, as though guarding the quiet. The kettle hums, the light softens, and the world feels just a little smaller, a little safer.
Perhaps that is the real comfort of a basket of colours - not what it becomes, but what it invites us to be. Slower. Softer. Present.
In NezumiWorld, these small moments matter. They remind us that beauty often lives in the corners of ordinary days, waiting patiently beside the window.
