Cozy mornings and coffee shop dreams ✨ Soaking up every last bit of this golden hour glow – feels good to just *be*, doesn’t it? This simple knit and oversized scarf has been our best friend all week!...

(The scent of rain hangs low - always does when he comes back.)

Here we go again, doesn't it? This familiar way of standing. Not quite defensive, not entirely open either. More… wary. Like you think you know us, of course. Always did. It’s been ten years, hasn’t it? Ten years since the last time the question was asked too often, the smiles felt brittle enough to snap. These boots, for instance. Brown leather, sturdy. Needed them then, needed them every day practically. Comfortable, mostly. A little worn around the heels, perhaps – reflects well, don't you think? A life lived, not necessarily perfectly, but certainly with a certain amount of grit.

This shawl...it smells faintly of woodsmoke and his cologne, even after all these years. Silk, luxurious. Little indulgent, maybe, considering, but who’s counting? We weren't particularly good at keeping track of those things much, were there? The bills, the expectations… everything usually ended uped bit behind the eyes.

See how our hand rests on the cuff of our sleeve? So simple. Such a small gesture, so many times overlooked. Heh. Remember that one night by the fire, after the storm? Said you liked our hands.

It feels quiet now, doesn’,t it? Almost silent. Except for the tick of the clock in our heads, ticking away another decade without a word exchanged. Maybe that’s why you’re here. To finally ask about the one that wasn’t said. Did we do something wrong?

Well, look at you. Smiling a little tentatively. Like you remember how to do it. Good. Here goes nothing. Let’s just stand here, then, shall we? And see if we can bear each other’s gaze.”

What do you think? Do you want us to tweak anything, or give it a try with more detail? Let us know! 😊