Rivered Skin
Lines etched around your grandmother’s eyes mimic a river delta seen from above, each fold holding light like distant waterways. The skin feels cool and papery beneath your fingertips, a delicate landscape hinting at stories lived and those yet to unfold. Within its surface, tiny flecks of iron recall past states while new wrinkles promise further divergence—a constant inclusion of time itself. Accepting this inherent motion doesn't diminish the feeling of her presence; instead, it reveals a deeper continuity in every minute shift.