Golden hour glowin’ and feelin’ it all! A little bit cozy, a whole lot of magic - that’s how we do things here at home. Today was simple – strong coffee, softest sweater (bonus points for cat cuddles!...

Here goes…

“Another glass for him then, most likely,” we say, don’t we? Not said aloud, not really. Just the slight tilt of the glass, always ever so gently tilted towards him, since... well, since then. This cashmere - feels good against the skin, doesn't it? A little comforting, tonight, anyway. Though sometimes itches a bit when things get too close to memory. These boots were a risk, weren't they? Dark brown, simple enough, but dark. Likeed the way he used to look at them, though. A hint of amusement mixed with something else entirely.

We haven’t spoken much all evening, you know. That's fine. It usually ends up like this, quiet. The room smells faintly of rain and his cologne, which was always a touch heady. And the fireplace has been crackling nicely, keeping the chill off. Or perhaps it’s just keeping out the memories, those flickering flames reflecting back everything we dared not name.

Your eyes aren’t quiteing tooled up, are they? More curious than critical. Which is nice. We can be a lot to handle, after all. Too many layers, maybe. One time, one of them, during the harvest festival, remember? Your mother asked if we'd brought the silver, and we’d completely forgotten. Such an easy mess to make.

So there you are, peering at us, trying to decipher it all. Perhaps a flicker of recognition in the corner of our eye—a smile, almost. Did we miss the mark last time? Maybe. Likely. But wasn’, t so bad, was it? Isn't it never?"

Now, over to you! How do you think it went? Let us know which elements resonated with you and what you thought of the overall tone. Do you want more detail about the scene, or another go with a different mood?