Sunlight through the leaves and favorite vintage tees – that’s what it’s all about! Feeling cozy and content today, like we’re lost in our own little world. A perfect moment captured before autumn ful...

Sunlight through the leaves and favorite vintage tees – that’s what it’s all about! Feeling cozy and content today, like we’re lost in our own little world. A perfect moment captured before autumn ful...

Here we go…

“Another glass too many for him, then,” I murmur, voice perhaps a little tighter than necessary – it always does when he visits. The silk scarf around my neck, a splash of faded rose against the grey wool coat, feels particularly prickly tonight. Not unpleasant, not entirely - cashmere, after all, expensive to lose, certainly worth keeping. It has been, hasn’t it? For so long. This photograph captures it perfectly, doesn’t it? Ached intoedness, one foot almost daring to drift away while we both pretend everything is still quite set.

And there you are, naturally. A little hesitant, aren’t you? Always were, maybe. Like you weren’t entirely sure if you should be here, staring. Or more accurately, judging. Probably thinking about the light, those good eyes of yours – observant, even in stillness. Not unkindly, though. Never truly unkindly. More... curious. Which can be exhausting, sometimes.

The way your hand rests near the edge of the frame—like you remember it was ours once. Before the silences stretched out longer than expected, before the children needed feeding every two hours and the house started feeling less like home and more like a performance. Do you see that? That tiny upturn of the corner of our lips? We haven' hadn't noticed the time slipping by much lately.

Just before this photo, he’d grumbled about the wine, of course. A subtle grumble, masked well enough. He never really said anything explicitly, did he? Just a slight tightening of the mouth, a turn of the nose when the roast wasn’t quite cooked. And us, dutifully smiling through it all.

Now, look closer. Doesn’t seem like such a terrible arrangement, did it? Though sometimes, when the rain hits the window hard, and the fire crackles, you think you catch a ghost of something else here, don’t you? Something warmer, softer, simpler.

So, yes, a bit wistful, perhaps. Isn’t that alright? After all, isn’t that why you came back?”


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