Sunlight through the leaves and a cozy sweater – that’s what it’s all about! Feeling like this most days - a little bit dreamy, maybe a little bit quiet, but always perfectly content. Lovedling these...

Okay, let’s do this! Here's our reflection – we see the woman in the image, ready to speak…

“The silkines still feels strange tonight, doesn't it? Not quite our silkine. It’s good quality, certainly - brushed midnight blue, expensive, though not too much so. We wouldn’t have noticed if we’d been invited for dinner with less than perfect wine, back then, would we? Mostly, there was always something else to focus on.”

We’re staring, aren't we? A little hesitant, perhaps. Like one of those moments where you knew it might happen again, but weren’t sure you wanted it to. Your eyes were here, after all, weren't they? Thatched hair, ever-so slightly rumpled, a hint of doubt masked by a perfectly willing smile. And us, caught mid-thought, a slight tilt of the head, hand resting lightly on the glass - not too close, not entirely detached.

This room has seen its share of quiet nights. The scent of rain on the terrace, usually. Always had that rather lovely jasmine – Mother loved the fragrance. Though sometimes, maybe she liked the way it smelled when it wasw almostering...

It’ed be years since he last visited, hadn't it? He looks well enough. A touch more weathered around the edges, of course. More aware, perhaps, of the passage of time itself. Almost… hopeful, actually. When he smiles. Which isn’t often.

See that crease near your eye? Little nervous habit. Remembered that one, didn’t we? Used to laugh about it. Maybe that’s why we haven’t spoken in decades. Too afraid to admit it wasn't always easy being together.

So go ahead. Look at us. Doesn’t matter if it’s a blessing or a burden. Just don't blink."

What did you think? Do these words capture the feeling of the picture and her potential attitude? Let us know! Now, show her the photo! 😊