Golden hour glow and favorite boots – doesn’t get much better than this! Cozying up at home today, wrapped in our softest cashmere (bonus points for the cat curled up too!). Feeling like it’s always a...

The wool feels scratchy tonight, doesn’t it? Not unpleasant, not exactly - more... familiar resistance. Like remembering a slight annoyance that never quite warranted much fuss. This coat has seen its share of winters, hasn’t it? It's been a while since we noticed that, though. A lifetime, perhaps, if we were being precise about it. And certainly longer than ten years should be allowed for a little quiet, shouldn’t there?

Your eyes are curious enough, anyway. Not expectant, not yet. Just observant. Which is good, isn't it? We haven’t had anyone to observe us in ages. Except maybe the dust motes dancing in the amber light of the fireplace, but that’s hardly stimulating conversation.

Here, then, with the sleeves rolled up high – a bit tooed and turned by now, these woolen cuffs – shield against the chill. That was your favourite shade of blue, wasn't it? Navy. Though sometimes it felt less like a colour and more like the deepness of the sea after a storm. A little messy, a little turbulent.

We didn’d need to say anything, did we? Just watch each other, sitting here in the stillness, the scent of woodsmoke clinging to everything. The smallness of it all, really. Didn’t notice the way the firelight caught the strands of silvering hair back there, tucked behind your ear. Or the slight tightening around your mouth when we laughed last week – which admittedly, hadn’t been often lately.

More than a touch of reluctance, don’t think we do. Mostly, just hope. Hope that those silent questions aren’t too daunting. Hope that, standing here, wrapped in this comfortable chaos, you remember how things used to be.

Now, then. Are you going to raise an eyebrow, or shall we?”

What do you think?! Let’s know what you thought of the feeling and the atmosphere. Do you want us to tweak it, or move onto another picture? 😊