Sunlight through the leaves, coffee steaming - simple pleasures and feeling perfectly cozy today. Maybe it’s just this oversized knit (definitely!), but I don’t mind if we stay here for awhile…

Okay, here’s our first attempt! Here’s the picture – let us know if youd like to see more than one!

[Image - A black and white photo of a woman standing by a window, late afternoon light hitting her face. She’s wearing an oversized cable knit cardigan, sleeves rolled up, a simple grey dress beneath. Her hair is loosely pulled back, a few strandsings loose around her cheek. Her gaze is direct but not quite certain – a slight furrowed brow, lips parted slightly. And she looks…slightly bemused.]

Here goes...

"The tea was lukewarm again, wasn’t it? Not that surprising. He always liked things precisely so – ever since Mother insisted he use Earl Grey. Always assumed it masked something, didn’t we? The quietness, perhaps. Or maybe just his habit of forgetting where he put his shoes. Funny, isn't it, how those small details used to be everything. Now…? Well, now it's mostly just the dust motes dancing in the sunbeam."

“Right.” We say, don’t we? When we ask about us. “How were you?” Like it’s a perfectly reasonable question, when really, it hasn’t been for a long time. This cardigan, at least, feels comforting. Soft wool against the skin, familiar weight. Itched a bit yesterday, though - probably too much wine last night. Good thing no one noticed. Unless…”

We shift slightly, the movement subtle, almost unconscious. Our hand rests gently on the sill of the window, cool glass under our fingertips. Outside, leaves are starting to turn – crimson and gold, beautiful, melancholic. Just like then, remember? That summer. Before the rain.

You stare, of course. Mostly silently. Which can be nice sometimes. Lessens the pressure, doesn'led the feeling that every flicker of doubt has been carefully catalogued over the years. Although, did you notice the way the light caught your eye in the reflection today?"

A faint smile tugs at the corner of our mouth – haven’t smiled truly in ages. Maybe that’s why we came here. To find ourselves, amongst the memories. Or perhaps, simply to watch you, curious and slightly wary, wondering if we’ll finally admit it all.”

Now, let us know what you think! Do you want a longer piece? A different iteration of the scene? Let us know! 😊

Would you like to try with another photo?