Sunlight through the leaves and that perfect cozy knit – feels like autumn was always meant to be this simple. A little bit of quiet, a whole lot of feeling good. Lately, it’s all about those golden h...

The wool feels scratchy tonight, doesn’t it? Not particularly unpleasant, not lately - though sometimes we forget how much work it takes to keep the chill out. Like everything, really. It used to be effortless, didn’t it? The way the sheep knew where to graze, the rhythm of the rain, even the way he always held his coffee cup… almost without noticing.

There was a scent here, hadn’t there? A hint of woodsmoke and old books, overlaid with something faintly familiar about our laughter. It’s been quiet since she asked us to come back, hasn’t it? Quiet for five years, give or take. Five years of wondering if those wereets were worth holding onto.

We haven't spoken all evening, exactly. Just theseances every so often - a little tooed to her chin, maybe. And when you did, when you tilted your head ever so subtly to one side – like you remembered, but weren’t quite sure which memory it was. That flicker of recognition, a ghost of warmth.

Now you’re staring, aren’t you? Not judging, necessarily. More... expectant. As if the answer has been sitting here, tucked away behind the cable knit of this cardigan, waiting for us to admit it. Well, it has, hasn’t it? This hesitant acceptance, this comfortableness with being slightly adrift. We’ve gotten good at this drifting, haven’t we? Good at masking the slight sadness with a perfectly brewed pot of tea and an opinionated cat.

So go ahead, then. Look closer. Doesn’ly need to say anything. Just look. Just… don't blink."

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