Golden hour glowin’ and feeling it! A little bit cozy, a little bit dreamy – that’s how we do it here at home. Coffee cup in hand, favorite sweater on (of course!), and perfect peace to spend the day ...

“There.” That’s always where there was, wasn’t it? Right here, for so many years, if only we’d been brave enough to admit it. The way the light used to catch in his eyelashes when he laughed—a bitish, golden laugh, easily forgotten these days. This sweater…this old thing, perfect really. Cable knit comfort, familiar weight against the skin. Not too fussy, unlike us sometimes. Did you notice the dust motes dancing yesterday? They haven't noticed much lately, those little ones.

Feels like ages since we last truly looked, doesn’t it? Just through each other then, mostly. A silent agreement to sit, to watch. Like watching leaves fall, without any particular expectation of them hitting the ground. It’s comfortable, certainly. Lessens the sting of all the questions hanging in the air – did we do something wrong? Or were we already drifting away?

Thatched roof visible out the window, hasn't changed much. Still smells faintly of woodsmoke and rain, even though it hasn’ed rained properly in weeks. We didn’t need to say anything about that, did we? Just saw it, felt it, silently. This hand, tucked into the sleeve of the cardigans, a small habit, almost unconscious. Your fingers might be cold, maybe. Didn't wear gloves today.

Aha! A flicker of recognition, perhaps? When the cat brushed past earlier, quick glance upwards, expecting us to notice. Almost forgot, hadn’t we?”

Now, let us know what you think! Do you agree with the feeling behind the words? Would you like another go with a different focus? Let us know! 😊