Cozy mornings and golden hour light - doesn’t get much better than this! Lately it feels like we’ve been wrapped up in our favorite sweater for weeks (and honestly, who can complain?). Simple pleasure...

Okay, here’s our first attempt! Here’s the image – let us know if you’d like to see more details about the one in the picture too...

(Image Description: A woman sits perched on an antique armchair upholstered in faded velvet - deep burgundy. She wears a chunky knit cardigan over a simple white blouse, the sleeves rolled up revealing wrists adorned with silver rings. Her dark hair falls loosely around her shoulders. In the photo she has a slight bemused smile on her face, but her gaze feels distant, almost guarded.)

Here goes…

“The light was always good when you were here, wasn’t it? Not blindingly so, not yet. Just enough to catch the dust motes dancing off the book stack – mostly Dickens, naturally. Always loved Great Expectations, even though it means remembering everything precisely how it should be. Except, maybe the way the firelight used to flicker.”

We’re sitting quite still, aren’t we? Like sleeping cats, perhaps. Or maybe a little wary. That cardigan, for instance - comfortable, certainly, this knitted comfort—a familiar warmth against the chill that’s been settling lately. It hasn’t felt quite so cold without the scent of woodsmoke after all.

You’re staring, then. Not intently, not demanding. More like you’ve been wondering, haven’t you? For years, really. Ever since that autumn. The one where he fell out. A bit of guilt attached to every perfectly brewed cup of tea.

See those rings on your fingers? Silver, tarnished slightly – same as the memories. They don’t shout too loudly, these ones. Mostly quiet reflections of faces long gone.

It’s funny, isn’’t it? How easily we forgot the arguments. Only ever spoke about the weather afterwards. “Nice rain,” you said once. "Perfectly acceptable drizzle."

Now there’s a slience, doesn't mean much, does it? Maybe just the sound of leaves falling. Take a breath, then. Deepen yours. We’re not expecting anything dramatic. Just a glance back, perhaps. Back to where things might, finally, start to remember being beautiful.”

So, what do you think? Let us know which aspects worked well and what could be improved! Would you like another try with a different version of the scene?