Sunlight through the leaves and favorite coffee cup - doesn’t get much better than this, does it? Feeling that cozy autumn vibe today, wrapped up in our softest sweater and ready for whatever the day ...

Here goes...

“There. That’s the one,” she says, isn’t there? A little too much coffee in her voice lately, always has been when she's here. Like it’s an effort to remember which side was hers. This cardigan - wool, obviously, inherited from Mother, smugly comfortable despite being a decade out of fashion - feels tight tonight. Not unpleasant, not exactly…just constricting. It hasn’t been for years since we started noticing these things, had to, hadn’t we? After all, how else were we meant to know?

Your eyes caught ours, didn't they? A hesitant blink back then, almost forgotten now. Before that, the scent of rain on pavement, of course. The way the streetlights glinted off the puddle after the downpour last autumn – did you notice? We both thought so. He certainly liked it, that little bit of chaos, that splash of silver reflecting everything but each other.

The clock ticked away the night, didn’t it? That familiar ticking, quiet against the low hum of the city outside. Until he left, quietly, predictably, with his briefcase and his certainty. Now, only the dust motes dance in the light filtering through the windowpane, dancing to a tune we don’t quite recognize anymore.

This glass, haven’t noticed it until now, perfectly formed wineglass sitting on the table beside us, half full. Just enough to keep warm, wasn't there? Too often, though, we were afraid to take a big gulp.

So, look at us. A slight turn of the chin, a trace of skepticism around the lips—not entirely unenthusiastic, just… cautious. And you, standing there, maybe a little intimidated by the silence between us, the quiet acceptance of something that’s always been true.

It shouldn’t be hard, should it? Isn’t it obvious? Aren’t you?”

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