Charlie and the Cozy Sweater

The air had turned crisp, as it always did when the last hole had been played and the sun stretched low over the course. Charlie and her brother pulled their sweaters over their heads, soft and warm. The evening would bring stories by the fire and the occasional clink of their father’s scotch glass against the table, but for now, there was only this—an end-of-day stillness wrapped in the coziest cotton.