Golden hour glow and oversized knit sweaters - doesn’t get much better than this! Feeling cozy and content wrapped up here at home, maybe a little bit dreamy… like that last sip of coffee. What do you...

Here we go...

“There it is,” I murmur, voice barely louder than the ticking grandfather clock by the window – always ticking, relentless little thing, reminding us time isn't exactly flying by. It hasn’t been for years, has it? Not really since…well, not since him.

And there you are, standing perfectly still, haven’t moved an inch in ages. Which is good, mostly. Less to shift than with the dust motes, anyway. That scarf was a bit much, wasn’t it? Wool blend, predictably comfortable – Mother adored it, naturally. A touch fussy, perhaps, but warm. Like her. And everything else, really, until recently.

We used to be so easy, didn’t we? Just quiet contentment, a log fire, maybe a glass of Burgundy too many. Now…now it feels more like this. This hesitant gaze. The way your left cuff is ever-so-slightly rolled up. Small things, easily missed, usually.

See? Your eyebrow tilted subtly when we said hello. Tiny acknowledgement. Almost brave. Almost.

Remember the rain that night? June twelfthth. We were arguing about whether to use lavender or rosemary for the roast – silly, of course. Nothing major ever was. Just…not quite enoughness. Not enough spark, not enough fight. Too much comfort, perhaps.

Now look at you, all sharp angles and observant eyes. As if you know something we don’ed. Or perhaps you think you do.

That’s fine.

It doesn’t hurt, does it? Not yet. Let the silence hang for a while longer. Perhaps then, one of us will dare to speak.”

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