The Child

It was a bracing day in autumn that a young child spoke to Grandma. The winds had changed, the rains were falling, and the trees blazed with red. Warm as the wooden cottage was, it had aged with Grandma, and so the child asked, “Grandma? Would you knit me a sweater, as it is getting cold.”
Her reply, with warm, loving eyes turned upon her grandchild was, “Yes, child. I shall.” And so she did.
Hour after hour in her free time was spent at her knitting, with the child snuggled up close to her warm breast. Lulled by the peaceful rhythm of heartbeat and knitting needles, the child oftimes fell asleep on her lap.
The days went by in a storm of normalcy and routine. The child grew in determination and impatience in the face of the encroaching cold. It was ready. A red, warm, long-sleeved woolen sweater, knitted together by the love and determination of a grandmother fighting against her arthritic knuckles.
The child watched as Grandma slept one afternoon. She was truly at peace. Standing on a chair, the child tied the arms of the sweater securely around the water pipe overhead. The sweater looked so good from its hanging post, so warm and secure and loving. The child’s head went through the gap between the sweater and the water pipe.
It was only later, when winter was breaking, that a visitor found the Grandma and her grandchild. The Grandma looked at peace behind her frost, in stark contrast to the contorted, frozen figure on her lap.

Life

Feeling kinda lost. Its a strange emptiness one feels when something familiar terminates. In this case, I refer to the end of my Lonewolf & Cub series. Been slogging the reading for a couple weeks and now I find that I had finished it. An end reached, and then confusion. I am sure that the journey was of much greater significance than the objective. Still can't help but feel lost after clinging to such an artifact for so long.

Been back to Seyda Neen to meet a few old friends. Nice trip. Everything seems to move so much slower after visiting L.A, Hollywood, Downtown and stuff. I'll get used to it. Vast land around Seyda Neen and Vivec.

Special Feature: Yatta!

It has finally happened. My father has prepared a decently good steak. One that isn't overdone, underflavoured, tendon-strung or anything!

(Note to Fenrir: You're happy, right? Say you're happy!)

Symbiosis

Still dancing through faces and riding the mood swing. Staying on with my current ISP is rather a bad decision. Really bad. The speeds we seem to be having on BT across the board are consistently poor. I guess I probably have a penchant for clinging to the bad shirts.

Going to college probably won't be what its cut out to be as nice as I had expected. Not really pessimism here. More of a cloying sense of dread that I can't seem to shake off. Fenrisian death sense. Seldom wrong, and I had the exact same feeling a couple years back before going into JC. Worst of all, word from friends has not been exactly encouraging. (Note: Guys, you're *not* helping here!)

Deciding whether to say more is somewhat like dancing with my own blades. Not a good feeling. Reminds me of going to the dentist.

Another Day

Another day passes with my muse of the night. She doesn't come every sundown, and oftimes not even once a week. Its hard to pass the days without any kind of outlet. Weird to feel that way I think. Being bottled up and all, ready to pop like an overfilled balloon. PMS.

Remarkably good entertainment, Lonewolf and Cub is. Reading it all day would not lend me to nausea.

On another note, finished Transmetropolitan with some time past. Great I would rate it, for its hilarity is unparalelled and would have my favour as the most entertaining graphic novel.

Song of the moment: Concrete Angel

Note to Fenrir: You have not been playing computer games for the past week! Whats up with you? I mean, like, you've not been yourself lately.

Fenrir's Den

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