Sunlight through the leaves and that perfect cozy sweater - feeling like this every day is pretty great! A little bit of rain outside, all smiles inside. Letting ourselves get a little lost in these a...

(The wool skirt feels a little scratchy today, doesn’t it?)

It’s been quiet, hasn’t it? Not badly quiet. Just…quiet since. Like one of those silences where you think maybe things were alwayshyacinthine all along, but then a tiny bit of dust settlesches on the table and you remember there was always more to do than expected. This dress, dark green, perfectly practical, though. Lessens the chance of too much reflection, anyway.

You’re staring, aren’t we? It’s okay, not many do these days. Most people just nod politely when we pass, assuming we’re simply being dutiful, which, well, we usually are. Though sometimes, when the light hits just so, and the tea isn’t quite hot enough...

That look on your face – hesitant. Like you weren’t entirely sure you should be here, really. Remembered the way the rain used to smell after he left – wet earth and something faintly hopeful. We had that often, didn’t we? Hopeful. Or perhaps just stubborn.

We were talking about roses yesterday, vaguely. Your grandmother’s garden, mostly. She loved pink ones, didn’t she? So fussy, some might say. But ours did, too. Ached with a certainness, didn’t it? Before everything got…blurred.

Your eyes flickered down to your hand, almost without noticing us watching. Simple, that. Didn’t want to overwhelm us, did you? Maybe thought we’d forgotten him completely. Well, hadn’t we? Mostly.

Now, don’t fidget with the cuff of your shirt. That small gesture, a hint of vulnerability. And smile. Just a small one. Not too eager, just acknowledge the feeling, the echo of warmth beneath the cool surface.

Just need to know if you’ll stay, don’t you? Just need to know…”

What do you think? Let us know your thoughts! Would you like us to read another round of her monologe, perhaps focusing on a different element of the visual—her hands, for instance?