Sunlight through the leaves and favorite knitwear – that’s what it’s all about, right? Feeling cozy and content here in our little corner of the world today, just soaking up these golden hours. A perf...

(The light catches the fringe of my shawl, dust motes dancing in its warmth.)

“Well,” I say, though mostly, it’s a question hanging in the air, isn’t it? “Didn’t expect you.” Not that we weren’t expecting company, exactly. More… hesitant than that. It’s been a while, hasn’t it? Ten years feels about right, doesn’t it? A decade since the last time you asked after him without too much hesitation. Or maybe you didn't ask at all then, did you? Just stood there, drinking the wine, silently watching us drift.

These hands... always were good at observing, weren’t they? Noticing when the edges started to fray around the edges. The silk of the scarf still feels smooth against the skin, despite everything—a memory of his scent sometimes, faint traces of woodsmoke and rain. And these boots, leather worn thin by countless walks through the garden, perhaps more solitary ones than we admit. They’ve seen their share of dampness, haven’ed them? Like so many tears – often unacknowledged, but ever present.

You're staring now, aren’t you? Not quite sure why. Are you judging the angle of the sleeve? Our slightly rumpled appearance? We hadn’t bothered to brush ourselves up for ten years, had we? Too comfortable with the quiet chaos, too used toing being alone with the ghosts.

That little frown line etched near your eye - he loved those. He said it meant we were thinking. Now it just means you’re noticing something out of place. Well, wasn’t obvious which one to look at.

Heard it was cold tonight outside. Funny thing, the frost, isn’t it? Sharp and beautiful and entirely indifferent to our state. Though, admittedly, a bitishnly so.

So go ahead, don't like it, do you?"

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