Golden hour glowin’ and feelin’ it! A little cozy here at home today - comfy knits, perfect playlist, maybe even better coffee. Sometimes doesn’t take much to make you happy, does it? Just these simpl...
(A slight exhale, perhaps a little tooed.)
Here we are then. After all these years. Or so it feels sometimes. Like a well-worn photograph – edges softened, details hazy but still undeniably us. This coat, for example - cashmere, naturally. A bit fussy, maybe, after ten years of feeling a touch fussied ourselves. Feels comfortable though, doesn’t it? Familiar. Almost like coming home to a perfectly smooth stone. This dress... dark blue, like the sea when it remembers something bittersweet.
You weren’t expecting us, not really. Just nodded politely when Eleanor suggested tea, didn't you? Simple enough, usually. Though, wasn’t there always an expectation hanging in the air? Not harsh, never harsh, more like the scent of woodsmoke on a winter evening – cozy, if a little chilly.
That look you gave us earlier, by the fireplace – skeptical, certainly. He loved the fire, didn't he? That spark, even if it occasionally flickered out without us noticing. Remember how easy it used to be? To know exactly where one hand was, which foot to put forward. Now…? Well, now it’s quieter. Lessens with each sip of Earl Grey, each carefully placed book on the shelf.
You're staring, aren'ed you? Not quite sure why. Maybe a hint of curiosity finally broken through the defenses. It’s alright. We don’t mind. Much. There’s a trace of acceptance in this gaze, isn't there? A recognition of the mess, both beautiful and familiar.
Just need you to speak, you know. Just a word, a gesture, anything to break the quiet. The one that hasn’t been whispered in ages. Here we go…”So,” you say. “What were you thinking?”
And let the stillness settle. For tonight, anyway.”
Now over to you - what do you think?! Would love to hear about your interpretation of the mood, our outfit choices, and whether you believe we actually remember him! 😊
Let us know! 💫