Sunlight through the leaves and that perfect autumn breeze – feeling like we’re wrapped up in a cozy dream today! A little bit of golden hour magic and a whole lot of comfy vibes in this favorite swea...

Sunlight through the leaves and that perfect autumn breeze – feeling like we’re wrapped up in a cozy dream today! A little bit of golden hour magic and a whole lot of comfy vibes in this favorite swea...

The cable knit feels scratchy tonight, doesn't it? Not unpleasant, not really - more… familiar discomfort. Like remembering a taste that was perfect once but has been slightly muted by time. That blue wool, a little too dark these days perhaps. It used to catch the light so beautifully when he chose it for us back then, didn’t it? A quiet confidence in every turn of the thread. Now...well. Now there’s mostly stillness.

We haven’t spoken much since the harvest festival, of course. Just nodded across the table during Aunt Beatrice’s incessant chatter about the prize winning pumpkin. Mostly watched the embers glow, which isn’t always bad. The embers were lovely last year.

And your eyes. They’ve been rather well-observed, haven’t they? Slightly skeptical, definitely curious. As if you, you know, were expecting something. Maybe we should have expected. Perhaps even dared to hope. Remember the way the rain smelled after the storm? Everything felt simpler then, lessens the doubt. Less obvious.

There’! A slight upturn of the lip, wasn’t that? We weren't staring blankly, of course. Just observing. Almost liked it. This house is drafty, though, isn’t it? Always has been. Might be worth braving a bit of coldness, wouldn't it?

Let’s look at you again. You’re holding your breath, aren't you? A little nervous about the inevitable. Well, don’t hold them for too long. Let loose a small smile. Here comes the easy one. One step closer..."

To help with the visuals, imagine a photo of a woman sitting in an armchair, dressed in a chunky oatmeal cable knit sweater, brown corduroy trousers, and riding boots. She’s turned her head slightly towards the camera, one eyebrow raised in curiosity, and holds a half-read book in her hand. Her expression is thoughtful, maybe a hint of melancholy, certainly not entirely aloof.

What do you think? Do you want us to tweak anything or dive straight into another round?