Golden hour glowin’ and feelin’ it! Today was all about cozy knits and city streets – simple pleasures that always hit just right. A little bit of rain, a whole lot of style…and maybe a perfect latte...

The wool is scratchy tonight, isn’t it? Not that bad, not really – nothing ever is, not truly. It’s more... familiar, worn down to the comfortable annoyance. Like a well-loved ghost. And you, of course, always were. For years we thought so, hadn’t we? A little flicker every Christmas card, a casual nod during family dinners - everyone else saw it, but us, mostly. We weren’t quite brave enough to admit it then.

Here you are, anyway. Looking back at us, aren’t you? A slight squint to the corners of your eyes, probably remembering when ours didn't used to be quite so… settled. Didn’t need much settling, did we? Just a gentle drift outwards, a softening around the edges after the storm, which was, of course, inevitable. The husband wasn’t entirely unreasonable, just… predictable.

We haven’t spoken a word for five minutes, have we? Five quiet minutes, perfect with a glass of Merlot usually, though perhaps the wine has dried up a bit lately. That lovely cashmere scarf—your mother gave it to us, remember? Said it would keep us warm through any winter, even the ones without each other. Though maybe that one had been too cold.

This gaze of yours feels hesitant, doesn’ by chance. Maybe a hint of guilt? Or could be affection, diluted over time. It certainly hasn’t reached ourds yet – ours always felt sharper, didn’t it? More confident. We liked to think we knew exactly what we wanted. Did you?

Now look at our hands, resting here, almost casually on the table. They've seen their share of battles fought and won, of secrets kept and sometimes, reluctantly, admitted. This feeling…it’s not fear, necessarily. Perhaps hope, clinging onto the edge of recognition. So, go ahead. Look closer. Let yourself see the lines etched around our mouth, the way the light catches the silvering hair. Aren't you curious about what happened all those years ago?"

What do you think? How does that capture the mood? Now it’s your turn – tell us what you think of the monologue! 💫

(And if you want to know, the original photo shows her wearing an elegant dark grey knitted dress, possibly a touch of melancholy, and gazing out of frame with a subtle smile.)