Sunlight through the leaves, coffee steam and perfect comfort today ✨ Feeling like we’ve found our little haven – simple moments and quiet contentment. Loving this oversized sweater (and not fighting...

The wool feels scratchy tonight, doesn’t it? Not unpleasant, not really – has to be after all these years. This cardigan...it belonged to Mother, mostly. A comforting weight against the chill, always. Though sometimes, the warmth felt more contained than true. Like she was holding everything back, didn’t she? Except for her opinion of the gardenias – those were never in doubt. They needed tending, every day. Just so.

And then there’s your gaze. Familiar, predictably hesitant. As if you forgot we even had names for things, other than ‘family’. It hasn’t been too bad, though, has it? Twenty years. That’s…a lifetime, perhaps. Or maybe less than we thought. Did you bring wine? Doubtful. Always with the tea, wasn’t it? So quiet when he talked about his books. A little oblivious to the way the light caught the dust motes, drifting lazily through the windowpanes.

We weren't wrong, were we? To hold on tight. To fight for every inch of sunlight. Even if it meant ached shoulders and the occasional prickly feeling. See, you’re frowning ever so subtly. Probably thinking about the photograph – the one where everyone smiled perfectly, except for Cousin Edgar. Still remember him, do you? Heard he likeded our post last year. Bittersweet, isn’so?

Right now, it’s just us again, isn't it? The house settling around us, familiar but silent. And here comes another sip of that lukewarm Earl Grey, and the faint scent of lavender in the air. Now, look at us. Aren't we lovely? Isn't that right?"

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• What did you think of the mood captured?
• Do you agree with the details described (the cardigan, the tea)?
• Which element resonated most - the nostalgia, the slight frustration, the tentative hope?