Golden hour glowin’ and feelin’ it! Cozy knits, perfect coffee shop, maybe just a little bit of rain outside – doesn’t matter, because this feeling is all that matters. A simple kind of magic today, w...

Here we go again, then. Thatched to within an inch of our lives, aren’t we? These boots –lanolin and stubbornness both, haven’t they? Always been about practicality, really, hasn’t everything. Even these woolies – a little scratchy sometimes, certainly not cashmere, but our woolly, isn’t it? We weren’t daft enough for fancy things back then. Just needed warmth. And each other. Mostly.

You’re staring, of course. It’s always been so quiet since...well, since he left, wasn’t it? Not that it wasn't lovely while it lasted, don’t get us wrong. More like a good storm, beautiful and necessary, but with the wind howling after. A familiar kind of ache. Like when the sheep were late to beget – satisfying, eventually, if they did.

Now, there's a flicker in your eye, doesn’t there? Nostalgia, perhaps? Or maybe a touch of apprehension. We didn’t exactly leave on amicable terms, did we? Remember the way the rain was hitting the windowpane that night? The scent of woodsmoke and frustration.

You’re watching us watch the embers die down in the fireplace, aren’t we? Watching us remember those small joys – the mugs of hot chocolate, the dog snoring by our feet, even the dampness in the morning – without blaming ourselves too much. It’s comfortable, though isn’t it? This bit. Familiar. Slightly hesitant.

Just shift yourself forward a fraction, then. Let us know you’re still curious. Maybe a hint that you miss the chaos. Perhaps even admit that you hadn’t realized quite how many stitches of resilience we’d woven into ourselves. Now, then… look at us like that.”

Let us know:

• What do you think of the mood/atmosphere?
• Which words or phrases resonated most with you?
• Do you want us to set the scene further? (e.g., "The room is dark...")

Let’s build on this!