Sunlight through the leaves and that perfect worn-in sweater - feeling like this most days lately! A little bit cozy, a whole lot of magic ✨ Loving these simple moments when everything feels right. Wh...

The wool feels scratchy tonight, doesn’t it? Not terribly so, not usually - we always liked the way it held its shape, a nice resilience to our lives, that. But there was more than one thing that needed holding together then, wasn’t there? Just after…well, you know. The scent of rain and too much wine still clings to the skirt. That particular storm felt significant, didn’t it? Like it had shaken loose everything that hadn’t been said for years.

And here you are. Looking back, naturally. A little hesitant, perhaps. A touch wary behind those eyes - though, isn’t everyone these days? We used to see such certainty in them, a belief that even if things were messy, which they often were with all this art and coffee and general chaos, it would be alright.

We haven’t spoken about him, of course. Not since... well, that’s almost the point, isn’t it? It’s been quiet lately. Comfortable, sometimes. Too comfortable. This dress, simple black cashmere, meant to hide most things, but not quite ourselves. See the slight curve of the sleeve? A trace of warmth lingering, don’t you think? Or maybe it’s just the fire dying down low.

That’s why we’re looking at each other, isn’,t it? Not necessarily expecting answers, no grand pronouncements need happen. Maybe just permission. Permission to admit that the silent agreement has been feeling a bit brittle recently. To acknowledge that the light hasn't dimmed entirely.

Your gaze is curious, though. Less critical than you might think. Remember when he tried to critique the lighting? Now, look at you—just standing here, sipping on memories and wondering if you’ll dare to speak up soon. Go ahead, take a closer look. After all, it’s been a while.”

What did you think? Do you want us to tweak anything or try another time? 😊