Lost in this light and loved it all the same. A little bit of gold dust sprinkled everywhere today – feels good to just *be*. Sometimes the best adventures are found right outside our door…or maybe ...

“There – isn’t he?” we ask, don’t we? Not that loud, obvious ‘he,’ not always. More… familiar. Like the scent of rain after years spent inside - damp silk and memory.

It feels like only yesterday to the light, doesn’t it? The way it caught the fringe when you were here last, all sharp angles and oblivious smiles. We didn’t notice then, of course. Too busy hiding. Hiding behind these sleeves—a little too tight sometimes, perhaps, a bit clinging. They remind us of his hands, warm but firm, willing enough.

We hadn’t realized how still we’d become. A flicker ago, there was such a rush, wasn’t there? A whisper of laughter, a touch, a stolen glance...and suddenly everything felt so bright. Now, mostly quiet. Just the rustle of the fabric, the warmth of the sun…and your gaze.

Don’t think much of it, do you? It’s been ages since anyone has thought about us. Just let go for a while. See if you remember, too.”

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