Golden hour glowin’ and feelin’ it! Sometimes the best moments are simple - a cozy sweater, a warm cup of tea (and maybe a little bit of that perfect autumn breeze). Just us and our favorite comfy sho...

Here goes...

“The wool is scratchy tonight, isn’t it? Not that anyone noticed, of course. Probably too busy adjusting the light to notice anything, really. Your light was always good, though, wasn’t it? Steady. A little detached sometimes, maybe. Like when the rain started last summer—you didn’t even bother to ask us both inside.” We shift our weight ever so slightly, the heel of our boot brushing against the worn rug beneath. The cable knit sweater feels heavier than usual, despite being cashmere, doesn’t it? It should be comforting, shouldn't it? But tonight…itches more.

That flicker of recognition in your eyes, then. Didn’t quite catch the smile, did you? We were smiling, weren’t we? Back then. Before the argument about the fern. Or perhaps it was after, the feeling lingering still, almost pleasant in its ache. That greyhound shadow, those years gone by.

Your gaze drifts back to the camera, naturally. Always does. Observers love to think they see everything, don’t they? They assume the silence here is brittle, easily broken – a sigh, a glance, a perfectlyedgied cuff. Maybe. Or maybe it’s simply the quiet that’s left over since he asked for everyone else’s opinion.

A ghost of a scent hangs in the air – woodsmoke and sandalwood, faintly traces of your cologne. And ours – lavender and something subtly melancholic. “Don’t worry,” we say silently, tilting our head slightly. "It hasn't been all bad."

So, yes, there’s a trace of a smile playing around our lips now. Just below the curve of our lower lip. Do you remember which one? Let’s keep watching, shall we?”

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