Golden hour glow and favourite boots – doesn’t get much better than this! Spent the day lost in our little city, just us and the perfect light. Feeling cozy, feeling ourselves, and definitely feeling ...

Here we go…

“There.” That’s probably what he said. ‘Subtle,’ mostly. As if finding us out here, nestled amongst these rhododendrons after all these years was some kind of triumph. Like he didn’t know we were always here, weren’t there? A little bit of effort to find us, anyway. Not much, not really. Just enough to justify the hour drive, perhaps.

These boots are comfortable, at least. Leather, obviously - good leather, needs wearing in. A touch too many creases today, maybe, but nothing a well-placed smudge of dirt won't fix. And the scarf...a gift. Silky soft, his mother gave it to him when he thought she liked us best. Always did think he favored us.

The light was perfect then, wasn’t it? Golden hour, dust motes dancing in the afternoon sun. We looked so young, didn't we? Before the arguments started, before the children, before the quiet desperation settled into everything. Now, it’s almost silent. The wind sighs through the leaves, the beesons buzz happily oblivious. Almost.

You’re staring, aren’t you? Not quite sure why. Nervous about being watched? Perhaps. It has been a while since anyone truly noticed anything beyond the chaos, hasn’t it? More often than not, it’s just us, isn’t it? Lost in the stillness.

That look on your face—a flicker of hope, most likely. Or maybe just curiosity. Do you remember the way the sunlight used to catch your hair? It felt likeed gold sometimes.

We don't usually say much anymore, do we? This time, it feels different though, doesn’t it? Less hesitant. Maybe even a little brave.

Just be still for a minute. Let the feeling sink in. See those lines around your eyes? They’ve deepened with time, yes, but also with resilience. With knowing.

Now, breathe deep…”

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