Golden hour glowin’ and feelin’ it! This oversized knit has been our best friend all week – so cozy for a walk through the city streets, maybe with just our bootsies (and a latte!). Just us &ing the s...

“Well, didn’t expect to see you,” I murmur, though mostly to ourselves, don't think about that much. The wool of this cardigan - inherited, naturally - feels comforting enough, against the chill always lingering around us, even when the room’s warm. Itches a little too, which is nice for something so familiar. It has been years, hasn’t it? Since the last time you noticed the way the light caught the dust motes dancing by the window – usually unnoticed, those ones, until now.

Your eyes—always observant. A flicker of surprise, perhaps, not quite sure whether to smile or retreat. That’s alright. We weren’t always so good with smiles back then, were we? More often silences, really. Comfortable silences, most nights, but still...silences. Did you miss the coffee mugs piled up by the sofa? We liked them a bit wonky, that messiness. Lessens the chance of perfection, doesn't it? And perfection was never exactly our strong suit.

This dress – simple linen, a touch faded, probably cost next to nothing. Feels right, these days. Not burdened by expectations, except maybe ours. Remembered that one summer, wasn’n we? Sun hot on our skin,dsktic in each other’s gaze. Before everything shifted, all those sheets of paper – papers and memories turned to ash.

There’s that slight tightening around the mouth now, isn’t there? When you look at us like that, when you remember. Didn't realize we had been holding our breath quite so long. Just need to nod, don’t we? Just a nod.”

What do you think! Let us know – did you want more detail on the cardigan? Or perhaps youd like us to read the words through her eyes, knowing she’s gazing out of an artful black and white photograph taken by a photographer who loved her fiercely!

Do you want another go, or would you like to try and write the monlogue yourself? 😊