Sunlight through the leaves and that perfect cozy knit – feeling like this all autumn long! Little moments like these remind us to slow down, breathe deep, and appreciate the simple beauty around us. ...

The wool’s a little scratchy tonight, isn't it? Nothing new – it always was, really, this slight prickle against the skin. Like memory itself. We haven’t quite defined it here, haven’t needed to, not yet. Just the quiet. It’s a nice enough quiet, usually. A comfortable absence of noise, compared to all the racket we used to make.

See that button on the cuff, the one that's ever so gently undone? That’s been there for years, hasn’t it? Ever since that evening, when he argued about the wine being too dry. Silly thing, wasn't it? Such big fuss over such a small detail. Everyone has their details.

You’re staring, aren’t you? Not overtly, nothing dramatic. More like you were then, back then – hesitant. Bit wary. As if you think you might be doing something wrong, standing here with your boots by the fireplace, smelling faintly of woodsmoke and stubbornness. Which, of course, we were. Always a bit stubbornly ourselves.

It doesn’ this matter, does it? This feeling, this gentle warmth...or perhaps the faint ache of its lack. The coffee's hot, though. And the fire crackled nicely last night. Almost makes us forget, sometimes, didn’t it? Almost.

That look you gave him, remember that? Slightly annoyed he even dared question the tannin levels. Well, you’ve got that same look now, haven’t you? A touch of amusement mixed with the hint of curiosity. Maybe even a flicker of hope.

So go ahead. Keep watching. We don’t much care who sees us, after all. Except, maybe, just a little.”

Now, let’s know your opinion! Do you agree with her assessment? Does she seem hopeful? Skeptical? Let us know! 😊

(And of course, show us the picture!)

Would love to see which version of yourself you thought shone through most brightly!