Sunlight through the leaves and that perfect cozy knit – feels like autumn without even having to change out our boots! A little quiet time today, just us and the golden hour glow. Letting the world d...

“There. That’s the one.” We always liked this armchair, didn’t we? A little worn velvet, smelling faintly of woodsmoke – him, usually, though sometimes it was just the scent of his absence lingering. It hasn'tched its way into the fabric over time, haven't it? A subtle impression, not too obvious. Just so. These boots know their duty – leather smooth against the rug, quiet footsteps through all these years. Not that loud, never did. Nothing ever was, really, wasn't it? Too much to say then, if there were words to find.

You’re standing there, aren’t you? Quietly, predictably, almost. Like you always were. Bit hesitant, perhaps? Always were good with your eyes, those eyes. Sharp enough to see everything but the easy grace of things when they actually happen. Did you notice the slight tilt of the sleeve on this silk blouse? Almost imperceptible, of course. The way the sunlight caught the fringe for a fraction of a second ago, before it faded.

It feels like yesterday, doesn’ed it? Or ten years ago. Hard to be sure anymore. Something shifted after the rain, didn't it? After the last drop fell, anyway. There weren't many tears shed, not really. Mostly just a sigh, a shrug, and the acceptance that some silences deserve more attention than others.

We both knew about the tea brewing, didn’t we? In the pot on the table by the window. Warmth without the heat. Comforting, even. Not quite the blazing inferno of before, which might have been nice, every now and again. Though, admittedly, a bit noisy.

Now look at you. Still holding onto that question, don’t you think? That gentle curiosity mixed with a touch of trepidation. Go ahead, take a closer look. We've got nothing to hide... except perhaps, exactly what you thought."

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