I got there by accident. I was deep in thought and missed the exit on my way to a friend’s house. I figuredI could backtrack through the unfamiliar country roads, but my route took me toa small cemeteryinstead. My fig tree was looking sad and droopy but the weather was warm, so I decided to get out and let the potted tree get some sunlight and a bit of water from a puddle in a rut of thedirt road.
The atmospherewas peaceful and static in a way only cemeteries can evoke. The quiet wasn’t lonel...
Published on November 30, 2014 21:52