There is that one moment that returns every year, yet never feels quite the same. Evenings grow dark a little earlier. That first lightweight cardigan is back, draped within easy reach over the back of a chair, even though the days are still warm enough for bare shoulders.

You slip on your sandals in the morning, knowing full well that boots will soon join the rotation. Sometimes the wind carries that faint, cool undertone—something hard to put a name to—only for the air to turn as warm as mid-July a moment later.

There is something unique about this indecision between the seasons. No longer quite summer, not yet autumn. An in-between state that no one chooses, yet one that finds its place every year.

Perhaps it is precisely this transition that inspires us to layer—not just sweaters over dresses, but multiple necklaces worn together, weaving into one another. A shorter chain, a longer one; small charms swaying past each other as you move. It is as if you were carrying the memories of several seasons with you all at once.

For perhaps you don’t have to decide which season you prefer. You can simply wear both around your neck until the next shift arrives.