Sunlight through the leaves and that perfect cozy knit – feels like autumn never ends when you’re this happy. A little bit of quiet today, just us and our favorite coffee (and maybe a hint of golden h...

The wool feels scratchy tonight, doesn’t it? Not unpleasant, not exactly – more...familiar resistance. Like memories, always there but refusing to be quite pinned down. We haven't said anything for ages, really. A long time since the rain started falling inside, too. It was your fault for leaving the window open, wasn’t it? Always a touch dramatic, you were. Still, didn't hate the way those boots looked against the wet pavement then… these ones are rather nice too, aren’t they? Deep green, a good weight.

And your eyes. They’re here, aren’t they? Just drifting, mostly. Less demanding than last time. Remember last time? The fight over the wine, the one where we both knew whoed better. Probably should have fought harder. No harm done, no real harm ever does, usually. Did you bring biscuits? Didn’t think so.

Here comes the stillness again. That quiet that settles when everything is comfortable enough to be quietly missed. This gaze of yours, though. Not critical, not yet. More like curiosity disguised as slight annoyance. As if we don’t know what’s obvious. Like he wouldn’t understand all this. He probably didn' the sense it, anyway. Too busy with his paintings, our painting lying forgotten under a pile of dust.

See? There’s the curve of your lip, hasn’t been much of that lately. Almost a smile. Maybe things will be okay after all. Or maybe not. Either way, it never was completely bad, did it? Now, about that feeling… Do you remember the scent of woodsmoke?”

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