Golden hour glowin’ and feeling it all! Just us and our favorite coffee shop today – nothing beats that cozy knit and a little bit of rain outside. A perfect quiet afternoon spent soaking up every mom...

The wool feels scratchy tonight, doesn’t it? Not unpleasant, not exactly - more…familiar. Like an old habit, stubbornly clinging to us both even when we tried so hard to shake it off. A little too many years ago perhaps, for some of ours. Your eyes were brighter then, weren’t they? A sharper blue than faded denim these days.

We haven’t spoken much, have we? Just the rustle of this silk scarf around our necks, yours always looser than mine. We didn’t need much, never did really, but maybe we needed to admit it sometimes. Maybe “no need” was a comfortable excuse for everything – the silences after dinner, the slight distance since...well, since he left. He wasn’t much for woolen scarves either, poor thing. More for yourds, usually.

See those lines around your mouth? They look gooder on you, don’t they? Like well-worn tracks through a snowdrift – evidence of journeys taken, winters endured. And a hint of doubt, certainly. Always a touch of doubt. It shouldn’t be, should it? After all this time.

Now, aren' (t you)? Here, with the light catching the edge of your chin. Simple things, isn't that what we liked best? The simple things. It has been quiet though hasn’t it? Too quiet, sometimes. Did you think we wouldn’t notice you? Didn’t mean to, of course. Just… watching.

That tilted head, a subtle challenge. Let’s pretend there isn’t ten years worth of dust on the table, shall we? Let’s just keep staring, until one of us breaks.”

Image Notes: This version assumes she’s wearing a dark greyed knitted dress over which hangs a creamish white silk scarf. Her hair is loose and flowing, her posture relaxed yet subtly poised – maybe a little weary – and her gaze is directed outwards towards the imagined viewer, with a flicker of curiosity and perhaps, a trace of hope in her brown eyes. She's most likely standing by a window, hinting at a colder night outside!

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