Sunlight through the leaves and favorite knitwear – that’s what it’s all about! Feeling perfectly cozy here in our little corner of the world, just us anding the simple things. A bit of golden hour ma...

Okay, here’s our first attempt! Here’s the picture - let us know if you want to tweak anything after reading below:

[Image of a woman sitting on a low stool, leaning forward with one leg crosseded over another, wearing an oversized beige cardigan, dark green trousers and brown boots. Her hair is loose and flowing, her eyes are half-closed and she has a slight smile – almost a smirk. She looks thoughtful and maybe a little bit weary.]

Here’s the Monologue:

“There,” we said, didn't we? A perfectly reasonable word for ten years gone by, then. “There” was the way he used to tilt his head when he laughed, always a touchy-feathery about it, those curls catching light. "There" is the scent of damp earth and woodsmoke, faintly lingering still, even though we haven't been near a fire since...well, not since then.

These boots weren't much trouble, these ones. Comfortable enough. Not too fussy, unlike the dress—a lovely thing, that silk floral, but demanding, wasn’t it? Like everything usually did. This cardigan…this feels good. Soft against the skin, familiar. Almost comforting. Maybe that’s why we agreed to this, isn’ so? To be comfortable. Less effort than actually having to talk, sometimes.

We were arguing, hadn’t we? About nothing, really. Always about something. The dust motes dancing in the sunlight, the way the tea tasted, whether to take the dogs inland or closer to the sea. It all felt important back then, didn't it? This quiet, this stillness, which feels more often than not like it's slipping away.

See the curve of your lip, yes? Just a hint of a smile. He liked that about you, didn’t he? That easy grace, that knowingness. Though perhaps, tonight, a trace of weariness in your gaze. As if you, too, remember a time when things weren’t quite so quiet.

It hasn’t been perfect, of course. No marriage ever is. But look at us, nestled here in this room, amongst the books and the memories. And see, no need to say anything. Just sit there, feeling it, don't you?”

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