Golden hour glow and coffee shop dreams - doesn’t get much better than this! Feeling cozy in my favorite oversized sweater (and maybe just a little bit sleepy after yesterday 😉). Loving these simple m...

Here goes…

“There,” we say, isn’t there? Always “there.” A little too neat, perhaps. That cashmere shawl - haven’t quite managed to wrinkle it all day, which feels almost daring – soft against the skin, familiar, like a welling memory. It’s been a while since anyone noticed the detail though, hasn’t it? Not really. Just us, staring back then. A flicker of amusement, mostly. Your father hadn’t said anything particularly clever about the weather when he turned up for tea, after all.

This glass, for instance. Sparkling gently, reflecting the light. Bit dull today, didn't it? Like everything sometimes. We were laughing last week, weren’t we? Or was that just champagne bubbles clinging to the corners of our mouths? Difficult to be sure these days. The dust motes seem to remember more than we do.

We never used to notice the silences so much, did we? Used to blame each other for them, usually. Now it’s quieter. Lessens the risk of hearing something painful, maybe. Your gaze has always been… keen. Sharp enough to cut through the gauze around our hearts, but easily deflected, wasn’ed it?

That slight turn of the chin – a bit defiant, don't think you saw that. Probably not. Too many years spent doing things ‘right,’ anyway. It’s nice, being seen again, even if it’s only by the reflection of ourselves. Almost comfortable, actually. Almost. ”

So, what do you think? How does it feel with that one? Do you want us to tweak it, or dive deeper into those eyes? Let us know! 🌟

(Image shown: An image of a woman sitting comfortably, yet subtly guarded, in an armchair by a window. She's wearing a stylish knitwear, a scarf, and a simple dress, her hand rests upon a half-empty glass of wine.)