Golden hour glow and favorite oversized knit – doesn’t get much better than this! Spent the afternoon lost in a book and perfect comfort here at home. Feeling cozy, feeling ourselves…and maybe just a ...

Here we go again, then. This particular shade of grey - not quite charcoal, more heathered smoke. It suits the light well enough, though sometimes you think we prefer something brighter, don’t you? Like – dare we admit it – hope.

It's been…well, hasn't it? Ten years maybe. Or feels like ten. The silk scarf was a good call, wasn’t it? Not too obvious, not entirely absentminded. A little bit of effort, certainly. That slight ruffle around your ankles, a hint of memory. Do you remember the scent of rain on the pavement back then? We used to stand out in it for hours, without even noticing if our shoes were getting wet.

This cardigan...a favourite. Soft wool, inherited, probably belonged to Mum. Slightly scratchy when she moved, but perfectly comforting otherwise. We liked comfort, didn’t we? Before everything got…quiet. Lessens to be made, of course. Always lessons to be made. Was it our fault? Probably. Didn't blame ourselves, exactly. Just…accepted the drifting. Accepted the space growing between us, like the one by the fireplace after dinner.

Your eyes are here, aren’th they? Steadying gaze. Little flicker of surprise when you tilted your head last week – hadn’t expected that. Used to notice those things. Used to notice everything.

Now, just look at us. Sitting here, almost still, haven’t moved much all evening. Almost like…like there’s no tension. Almost.

So, what do you say? Aren’t you going to ask about the baby today?”

Bonus: Feel free to add details from the picture itself! Did you mention a glass of wine? Were the curtains closed? Let your imagination run wild!

How does it feel? Would love to know your thoughts!