Sunlight through the leaves and that perfect cozy knit - feels like autumning into our favorite sweater today ✨ Just a little bit of quiet bliss before heading out for some city exploring... what do y...

“There.” That’s always where there was. A slight shift to the left of the table leg, perhaps, an almost unconscious tilt of the head when he used to hum while making coffee… It feels like ages ago, doesn't it? Not that long, not really. Just enough for these lines around the eyes to deepen, for the fabric of this robe – a rather lovely shade of moss green, though sometimes it feels more likeed velvet now– to be a little less forgiving than it once was.

Your shoes aren’t too bright then, are they? The brown leather, familiar, well worn. Like the memory itself should be. Not quite painful, either, not yet. More...muted. We weren't exactly shouting, were we? Remember that rainstorm last July? He hadn't noticed the dampness in our hair by then, not much of anything, really. Just us, huddle up close beneath that crooked bookshelf.

We haven’d said ‘yes’ or ‘no’ to each other all evening, had we? Just quiet observation. Your fingers traced the curve of one of our daughter’s ribs yesterday afternoon, didn't they? And a flicker of recognition, maybe even something akin to warmth.

Now, you’re staring, of course. Always observing. As if you know exactly what went wrong—or right, depending whose side you’re on. Probably. Didn't need to say everything, did we? Too many words already.

Here." She raises a hand, a single strand of dark hair escaping its loose braid, falling across her cheek. "Let’s just look. At us, for a minute. Aren't you curious about what might have been?”

She tilts her head ever so slightly, a ghost of a smile playing on her lips, a touch of weariness in her gaze. Now, give her a bit of space… and don’t blink.”

What do you think? Do those elements capture the feeling of the photo and the potential mood of Clara? Would love to hear your thoughts! ✨️