Sunlight through the leaves and that perfect cozy knit – feeling like this often! A little bit of quiet today, just us and our favorite corner of the world. Coffee cup in hand (obviously!), ready for ...

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The woollen scarfchesters a little loose tonight, doesn't it? Ached all day, probably – nothing new to say about that. More likely a bit of dampness crept through after dinner, that last glass of Burgundy. It always does. Not that bad, not yet, though. Still perfectly serviceable, these boots too - leather worn soft by years of winter walks, which is more than can be said for most things lately.

We haven’t spoken much since Christmas, really. Justed a nod when you asked about the dog, didn't we? A small one, that one. Like the memory itself - flickering sometimes, sharp other times. Remember the scent of pine needles then, don't you think? Or was that just us?

There's a slight furrow above the eyebrow here, isn't there? Always been a touch skeptical of grand gestures. Didn’t need many, did we? Just needed the light, maybe, or perhaps each other. And the quiet. We liked the quiet, used to. Before the rain set in, that is.

Now, look at you. Hesitant gaze, a hint of expectation. As if you know exactly what happened with the roses, three years ago. Shameful, those roses. Beautifully thorny, certainly.

Don’t expect an answer straight away. It’s alright, let yourself remember. The way the sunlight caught his hair, the warmth of the fire. It wasn’t perfect, not ever. But it felt good, didn’t it? Wasn’t it?

So, keep gazing. Keep watching. Maybe, just maybe, you'll catch us off guard. Perhaps even a smile."

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