Cold -- Frodo
Mar. 10th, 2005 07:59 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rabidsamfanI think I've forgotten what it means to feel warm.
It's slipping away, somehow, the way my parents' faces did. Once, I looked through the sketchbook where Aunt Dora immortalized her friends and relations with determination if not talent. I'm certain that Father's chin didn't have quite that shape, but when I close my eyes I see him the way she drew him. It's better than nothing, but it's not the same as remembering.
Strider foregoes caution to make fires larger than we need. Merry and Pippin tease each other gently. Sam wraps blankets around me.
It's better than nothing.
It's slipping away, somehow, the way my parents' faces did. Once, I looked through the sketchbook where Aunt Dora immortalized her friends and relations with determination if not talent. I'm certain that Father's chin didn't have quite that shape, but when I close my eyes I see him the way she drew him. It's better than nothing, but it's not the same as remembering.
Strider foregoes caution to make fires larger than we need. Merry and Pippin tease each other gently. Sam wraps blankets around me.
It's better than nothing.
