Sunlight through the leaves and that perfect oversized knit – feeling like we’ve found our little haven today ✨ Just a quiet morning spent sipping coffee and chasing golden hour glow. Doesn’t get much...

Here goes…

“There it is, then,” I murmur, voice barely louder than the ticking grandfather clock in the hall - a tick which always seems to be measuring out too much space, lately. Your eyes. They haven’t quite lost their sharpness, not yet. Not really. A little softened around the edges, certainly. It's been...well, twelve years since December, hasn't it? Twelve years since the snowdrifts didn’t seem so final.

Feels like an age ago, doesn’t it? This room, for instance. Always felt a bit chilly without you, but less so today. Perhaps. The cable knit throws were a good choice, hadn't they? Bit fussy, perhaps, these days. Like us. We used to love the fussiness, remember? Before the quiet descended, after the shouting.

We never did manage to get the tea set perfectly aligned, either. That one minor disaster with the Wedgwood – a chipped cup, blamed on the cat, naturally. Still, all those small things, weren’t they? All the evidence of life lived, even when it wasn’t perfect.

And here you are, peering through the glass, aren’t you? Just observing. Not quite sure what to do about it. Probably still think we moved the cushions ourselves, back there. Well, we did, often. Didn't mean to, usually. More likely something was blocking the light, that's all.

This dress isn’t terribly exciting, is it? Simple grey woollen thing, almost drab compared to the memory of the blue silk. But comfortable. And it has held together well enough, over the years. Though sometimes, when the wind picks up, you can feel yourself drifting, don't you? Almost like you’re readying to drift away again.

So, go ahead. Look longer. There’s no need to speak. Just look.”

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