Golden hour glowin’ and feeling it! Lately, everything feels like a cozy dream – curled up with a book (and maybees here and there!), comfy knits, and the best company - always. Simple joys make all t...

Here goes nothing, then. This shawl. Always this shawl. A bit too fussy for comfort, perhaps, but not quite brave enough to ditch entirely. It was Mama’s, after all—a comforting weight against the chill, even if she did always sniff when you pointed out the moth holes. And here you are, aren’t you? Back after so long. Not exactly announced, more...expected, almost. Like a familiar shadow that hasn’t quite learned to fade.

We haven’t spoken much, really, since the rain last summer. Justed little nods during the Harvest Festival, a distracted smile when Thomas brought up that particularly disastrous pheasant. Nothing dramatic, nothing terrible, usually. But there was definitely something brewing back then, wasn’t there? A simmering resentment, certainly, beneath the surface of duty and expectation. Your father would have approved of the stillness, wouldn’t he? Approved of the quiet acceptance. He liked things orderly.

Now look at us, sitting in the afternoon light, dust motes dancing around each other like hesitant memories. Slightly stiff, isn' to be sure. We used to move so easily together once, didn’t we? The way the firelight caught your hair, the scent of pine needles after a good snowfall… These days, it’s more like wading through honey – slow, pleasant, and occasionally sticky.

That’s why you’re looking at us, of course. That knowing gaze, tilted slightly upwards, hinting at questions we’ve been avoiding for years. Did we do anything wrong? Or were we already fading, anyway? Maybe it’s simply that you remember this feeling, don’t you? This slight awareness of the space between us, both – the distance carved by time, and the warmth that lingers underneath.

A flicker of recognition in your eye - a trace of approval perhaps? Good. Let's not miss it this time. Now, doesn't hurt to allow yourself a small smile, does it? After all, it has been ages."

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