Cozy mornings and city lights ✨ Loving the soft glow of this knit sweater – it’s like being wrapped in a cloud! A little bit of rain outside doesn’t bother us one bit - perfect for sipping coffee and ...

Here goes…

“The wool feels scratchy tonight, doesn’t it? Not your woolly scarf, not yet. It’s more... ours, really. Or was. A lifetime ago, maybe. That’s been the question for years, hasn’t it? Was it the rain last time we saw each other, or were we already soaked through then?”

We’ve been standing here, haven't we? For an hour perhaps, though it could be ten minutes - time does that thing, doesn’t it? When he wasn’t there. The scent of woodsmoke, faintly traces of his cologne, despite yourself. A slight shift in the light catches the fringe on the shawl, too - a bitethick greyed by so many nights like these. We didn’t even notice the silence until now, did we? Just assumed everyone always looks a little skeptical when they’re alone with their memories.”

(A small upward tilt of the chin, a tightening around the mouth). “Your eyes, they don’t quite look at us. They look through us, mostly. Like you’re wondering if we remember the way to go, or if we ever truly had any idea where we were headed. Did we? Your father would approve of the coat, wouldn’t he? Always liked the tweed.”

A pause, a flicker of something – tenderness? Defiance? "It's funny, isn'es it? This feeling, almost forgotten. Like a well worn ribbon tied neatly around the heart. Almost."

(Slight smile, lips turn up only a fraction)… ‘So, you going to speak, or are we destined to stand here in the shadows all night?’”

What do you think? How about those details! Let us know which element resonated most - the clothing, the posture, the subtle emotion. Would love to see your interpretation!

Now, let’s imagine the scene – what kind of room are we in? Is it dark or bright? Are there hints of outside world? 🌟 💫 ✨