Golden hour glow and favourite coffee togs - doesn’t get much better than this! Feeling perfectly cozy here in my oversized knit and ready for whatever the day (or night!) brings. A little bit of peac...

“There. There.” We always liked saying ‘there’, didn’t we? Such a tidy little phrase for so much chaos. It was probably too quiet when he left, wasn’t it? Not enough clinking glasses, not quite enough laughter bouncing off these walls. Though sometimes, the echoes were nice – a reminder, perhaps.

Now look at us, don’t you? That hesitant smile he gave us at dinner last week, after all the silences. He hasn’t been here yet, of course. Just the photographer. And the lens, always watching. Like the cork on this bottle, hadn’t there? It feels like weeks since we opened it. More likely than not, you noticed the faint smudge on the lipstick. Didn't want to admit it was bitish summer, did we?

This cardigan...comfortable, isn't it? Feels familiar, like a favourite well worn coat. Maybe too comfortable. Sometimes you think we settle into things a little too easily, ourselves, don’t you think? This sweater has seen its share of parties, those twinkling eyes across the room – but no hands reaching out today, only the gentle click of the shutter.

That glance back then, when the waiter poured the second glass of Burgundy. Did you see it? Almost a question, almost an admission. Were you afraid? Of course you were. Or maybe weren’t. Now, you’re staring. Aren't you?

So, what if we ask him about it? Later, of course. Let the stillness linger for a while longer. After all, haven't we got all the time in the world?"

What do you think? How would you like us to tweak it next time? Do you have any thoughts on whether she’s being brave or vulnerable? 😊

Let us know!