Golden hour glowin’ and feelin’ it! This week has been all about cozy knits and oversized scarves – perfect for snuggling up with a good book (and maybe a glass of wine 😉). Loved capturing this simple...

The wool’s starting to prickle, hasn’t it? Not an awful prickle, not yet. Just… there. Like the memory of rain – familiar, but maybe a little too close for comfort sometimes. It’s been quiet here for a while, hasn’t it? Too quiet. We always used to hear him humming, even if he wasn’t actually humming, more often than not. A low rumble against the kitchen tiles when he was making coffee, which was almost every morning. That warm sound...

And then the question isn’t the one asked, is it? More likely the one not asked. You don’t say much these days, do you? Just stand there, all angles and curiosity, eyes a bit hesitant on the way we were folding. Like you're still sure it was our fault, really. Didn't think we could manage without the chaos, did you? The mess of blankets and half-drunk wine, the dog hair clinging to everything. Such lovely chaos.

See the cable knit? Dad knitted it for us. Said it would keep us warm through the winter. And mostly it did. Even when the wind came howling in off the coast, and the embers died down in the fireplace. Your gaze drifts back to that, doesn’ so often? Back to the warmth.

It felt inevitable, didn’t it? Almost gentle, slipping into the comfortable routine. But those routines need tending to, don’t they? Someone needs to remember to put out the lights, to refill the kettle.

Now look at us, then. Standing here, aren't we? Not quite certain why we’re here, exactly. Perhaps because you’ve finally noticed the faint scent of woodsmoke in our hair. Go ahead. Take another glance. Let yourself notice.”

To give you a better idea, here's a visual description of the photo (which can help with imagining where to place the elements within the text):

Let's assume we have a picture of you, perhaps standing by a window overlooking a snowy garden, wearing a cozy cable-knit sweater and skirt, dark brown boots, and clutching a steaming mug – a slight smile playing on your lips, feeling both vulnerable and serene.

What do you think?! How about those details? Do you want us to refine anything?