Cream runs across the band like a wheat field in late season, and navy rises above it the way the hills do behind one. That's the whole picture, knit into a few inches of fair isle.
Soft acrylic, folded cuff, warm without bulk. Stuff it in a coat pocket, pull it out at the trailer, and it still looks like something. Good from morning chores to the lift line to the walk back up the dock.
Not ours to knit. Ours to find, and bring back for the field.