Sep 21, 2012 14:25
It's my birthday again. I'm either 37, or else still 31 like I have been since I left. It's a hard age to tell, but I don't think I look any different, nor even from any of the photographs that are nearly five years old now. I certainly don't feel any older. I feel...
I feel very good today. I do not know if perhaps father and I will do something later and I don't want to press. We had a very good supper together on his birthday so perhaps we can do that again. Olore, of course, doesn't care and I've already taken him for a walk. He found a small apple in the woods that he carried about for a while before discarding it in favour of climbing a tree and watching birds. It was a nice, long walk and I remember why I enjoy the autumn so much.
I'm wondering if I should seek out Kerai at the Ribbon, but I do not wish to bother her if she's working. It seems the people I'm closest to disappear. I suppose that is the nature of this place. I still feel like there's something I'm supposed to do, something I'm missing. I am as content as I could be--without Boromir--though there's always the memory of losses in this place. Today just isn't the day to think of them.
He's about town, poking his head in a shop or two.
streets,
faramir