Nov 4, 2014
black
✑ Mother’s hair… and Turin’s hair. In the light both look a dirty brown, a sort of coarse texture (more for Turin than for Morwen)… but in the dark or under shadow, both look as dark as their eyes…
✑ I had black leather shoes. They were well worn and ties quiet comfortable around my ankles… until one day, they came off in the river and floated away..
✑ The ash of the fire place that mother used to charge me to clean up. Sweeping it into the dark metal pan with the broom always covered me in a think coat of the powder, and when I was finished with the chore, I would run to mother and say: “Look! Look I’m a shadow!”
