The Photograph

This was inspired by a photograph and a heavy snow fall in London.

It was beginning to snow again, just ever so lightly.

     Frodo fell onto his knees

            into the blanket of untouched snow that had already fallen.

              He looked up into the still night air and closed his eyes.

     The tiny snowflakes fell into the deep brown waves of his hair

            and onto the soft skin of his pale face.

 They twinkled like stars in the midnight sky.

       Serenity washed over him and, just for a moment he was able to forget.

- Sam Wood