Sunlight through the leaves, coffee steaming - that’s what it’s all about, right? Feeling particularly cozy today, wrapped up in our favorite knit and ready for whatever this week brings (even if it m...

The silk feels cool against bare skin, doesn't it? A welcome coolness – we were close to overheating earlier, weren’t we? Just a little too much champagne, perhaps. Or was it always simmering beneath the surface - those glances across the room at the gallery opening, the way he used to trace the edge of our glass with his thumb... It hasn't been twenty years since that fell apart, not really, has it? Not since the rain started without us noticing.

We haven’t spoken properly in ages. Well, technically we did last Christmas – Aunt Mildred’s dreadful trifle, a perfectly polite "good" – but that hardly counts. Now, there you are. Standing there, all observant eyes and slightly hesitant smile. Like you didn't quite know if you should be standing there.

And here, let’s see… these boots are comfortable enough. Leathered, worn, definitely seen some things. And felt them, probably. They certainly feel heavy tonight. The weight of expectation, maybe. To explain ourselves. To admit, finally, that it wasn’t entirely his fault when the cat died, was it?

Now look at us. Silent, aren’t we? Comfortable even. That slight crinkle around the corners of our eye when you turn away sometimes – do you remember that one? It's easy to forget, isn't it? How easily everything can slip by.

So yes, there’, isn’t there? This gaze – tired, perhaps, a touch wary. But also… hopefulness? Maybe. Are you wondering why we're looking at you like that? Probably. We've wondered about that for a very long time. Go ahead, don't break the spell."

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