the boy with the blue hands

[asakiyume]

I came across a boy leaning over the edge of a snowy chasm, his chin in the snow and a magnifying glass in his hand, looking at the leaves and feather flowers of hoarfrost and snow...



"They're a little like ferns or the notched needles of certain cypresses," he said, his speech clipped, as if he were very cold--and he ought to have been very cold, lying there in the snow. "They're like them, but much more beautiful. I could look at them forever."

I got down on my knees to look, but he pushed me away. "You're too warm!" he said. "You'll melt them with your breath, if you don't knock them with those clumsy mittens."

I saw his hands were blue and his fingertips practically black, and his thin, sharp nose and the lobes of his ears, too.

"It's not good for you to be so cold," I said.

"It's perfect for me to be so cold," he said. "Perfect. . ." And he moved his magnifying glass over to another fringe of hoarfrost, once again lost in contemplation.

Comments

[core-opsis.livejournal.com]

You have a billion comments here (which I haven't read), but I just want to say how lovely this post is--the exquisite (ack--I don't know how to spell that word--this is a third attempt and still doesn't look right) photos and evocative snippet of a story. That blue boy sat with me all yesterday....

[asakiyume.livejournal.com]

Thank you! Thanks for letting me know--it means a lot to me. You're my longtime friend from forever... I like knowing when you like something.

I was really glad you gave me the link to that interview of you--it was great to read, and great to link back to your art blog. Beautiful stuff there.

[core-opsis.livejournal.com]

I'm so glad you looked at that interview and looked at my art blog. I really like knowing that folks I know and care about see some of that. I really have a great time doing it....

[asakiyume.livejournal.com]

I've got the art blog bookmarked now, so I can get to it easily.