Two great works of art to ease your transition into autumn.

To my fellow summer weary, too sweaty, beach-skeptical readers out there: We made it. We’ve officially crossed the threshold into fall, and it feels great. Summer’s brash extroversion is finally at an end and I’m very much looking forward to putting on a light jacket, guzzling so much cider that my doctor makes a note in my chart, and gathering inside with friends.

The earlier sunsets, chilled air, and approaching end of the year invite introspection, and I’ve got two reflective recommendations—a short film and a novella—both about being inside with a small, temporary community and the sincerity that’s possible when we share creativity. Usually when someone sings at a bar, it’s extremely annoying. But this isn’t the case in the gorgeous short film The Singers, which tied for the best live action short Oscar last year (one of only seven ties in Academy history).

The film, a touching adaptation of an 1852 Turgenev short story of the same name, features an unconventional cast directed by a seasoned documentarian. The plot is pretty simple: a bartender at a quiet, locals-only bar offers $100 and free drinks to the bar’s best singer. The competition becomes a tender and funny musical showcase, with each character getting a revealing moment in the spotlight.

I won’t spoil it, but there are some genuinely jaw-dropping performances that culminate in a wonderful button—I got to see this live and there was a huge laugh as the credits rolled. Director Sam Davis wanted to make “a love letter to the underdog,” and cast amateur singers that his team found on social media. These are undiscovered talents who have gone viral once or twice, or had a shot on some reality singing show.

Drawing on his background in documentary film, Davis worked without a traditional script, allowing the cast to improvise and bring themselves to their roles. One of the actors kept trying to sneak beers on set, which became part of the film. Another shared that he lost his wife—this too became part of the film.

All the performances were recorded in the bar and shot on 35 mm—it’s a warm and intimate film. I was very moved by the way the masculine urge to turn singing into a bar competition, yields to something tender. What space opens up when we’re willing to share something vulnerable?