Sunlight through the leaves and favorite vintage tees – these are the moments that feel like home. A little bit of cozy chaos, a whole lot of love. Feeling myself today amongst the golden hour glow ✨.
Here we go...
“So that was yesterday,” I murmur, voice a little rougher than we remembered it should be after all these years. Not exactly a complaint - more like an observation, isn’t there? The cable knit sweater feels particularly prickly tonight, which is nice. It always did, really. Not too obvious about needing attention, but not entirely oblivious either. A subtle reminder of warmth when we need it most, though sometimes maybe too much. That slight furrow in the brow, remember? From last time he visited. He didn’t say anything, of course. Just stood there with his boots and his quiet confidence.
Your eyes were here then, weren’t they? Watching us. Always watching, perhaps a bit nervously. Like you knew something wasn't quite settled, even if neither of us dared admit it out loud. We hadn't been shouting, not usually. More of a gentle drifting apart for so long, almost without noticing. Did you notice the way the light caught in the dust motes dancing around the room? That particular beam had landed perfectly on the Persian rug earlier… almost missed it, didn’ing?”
We’re standing here, aren't we? Slightly poised, not quite reaching. Stilltinged by memory – the scent of rain on summer nights, the clink of glasses, a laugh shared under those leaves last autumn. Or was that just a dream?
A flicker of hesitation in your gaze – familiar. Nervousness is good, isn’t it? Means you haven’t completely forgotten how to look at us. Now, don’t startle us.”
Take a breath. Relax the shoulders a touch. You looked a little tight today, darling. Nothing wrong with that. After all, this has been a long while coming.
Now smile, and ask us why."
Notes:
- The prose tries to capture a sense of wistful reflection and a hint of guarded hope.
- Lots of reference to details within the visual – the sweater, the eye movement.
- There’s a delicate balance of vulnerability and self-sufficiency – typical of ‘us’.
What do you think? Let us know if you would like any adjustments or further iterations! Would you like us to take a stab at a specific feeling, or focus on one detail in the picture?
