Golden hour glow and perfectly worn-in boots – that’s what it’s all about! Feeling cozy tonight, wrapped up in our favorite knit (and maybe a little bit of nostalgia). Simple joys and quiet evenings -...

(The wool scarf smells faintly of rain and woodsmoke tonight.)

“There.” That was nice, wasn't it? A little bit too forced, perhaps. The coffee hadn’t quite burned off all the chill, not yet. We haven’t spoken about that much, not really, not since...well, hasn’t there? It feels almost permissible to be here, doesn't it? Like we both knew something would happen eventually. This room isn't particularly grand, which is comforting - less chance of everything being overwhelming. These cable knit mittens, though. They’re getting a bit worn around the thumb, don't you think? Your father gave them to us, didn’t he? Such an odd gift, actually. Tooleding leather and such practicality. And always smelled vaguely of pipe tobacco.

Here comes the silences, then. Always the silences. Not unpleasant, exactly. More… expectant. As if everyone expects it to crack soon, this quiet. Which is often true. We’ve been so adept at letting the cracks widen without noticing, haven'ed we? That flicker in your eye when he said we should have gone further afield last summer. A hint of resentment, maybe. Or did you simply find the garden rather lovely?

Your gaze is interesting, yours. Observant enough to notice the way the light catches the dust motes dancing by the windowpane, but not so keen as to force anything. Almost gentle, that. Though sometimes you look a bit hesitant, like you weren’t entirely sure why you were invited back. Maybe it’s because it has been fifteen years. Fifteen years since the argument.

Let’s see...a slight tightening around the lips. Nothing dramatic. Just a memory bubbling up—your mother used to fuss over our hair, remember? Tighten the collar of this cashmere cardigan a little more, pull your shoulders back. Not too stiffly, of course. There’s a certain vulnerability we shouldn’t hide. It suits us.

So go ahead, then. Look at us. At the warmth, the potential. At the uncertainty. Just…don’t stare too hard. Too easy to scare us away with too much attention."

What do you think? Let us know what details resonated most and where you think the story could go!

Would love to hear your thoughts on the visual elements too - the muted colours, the soft textures, etc.! 😊

Now, what does the photo show? :)