I hate summer. Seriously. As far as yours truly is concerned, the entire summer season can just fuck off and die. Here in the south-eastern United States, summer weather means extreme heat, ridiculous humidity, and every bug that has ever existed. Don’t misunderstand; I am not afraid of bugs. I just hate bugs. Absolutely hate them. They fly into your face, they sting you, they buzz past your ears and give you the heebie jeebies. Not to mention the mosquitoes here are so large and fierce, they may as well be voted in as the state bird.
This is why, among a few other reasons, the weather in my own cemetery is always gloomy. Cloudy, drizzly, never hotter than about 60 degrees. And not a single bug to be found. Okay, I relent. Maybe little lightning bugs. They are ok, and honestly I don’t even consider them to be bugs. But beyond those, no bugs in my cemetery. No sunny days. No heat or humidity. It is perfect here, always. Just cool breezes that carry the whispers of the dead, and gray skies that create the best lighting for photography. Weeping Willow trees that softly sway, caressing the ground with their branches as a murder of crows watches over everything from atop the tall tombstones and cemetery walls.
Yes, this is my happy place. Feel free to come by anytime and visit. Grab a seat on an old tombstone and enjoy my work. There’s something here for every dark soul. Let’s hide in here and wait out this dreadful summer weather together!
As always, it has been my dark pleasure having you here today. Enter the cemetery any time via this link: Enter the Twisted Libra Cemetery! There, you can find all my wicked creations, buried for you to dig up and devour! If you haven’t already, you can subscribe to this blog so you don’t miss a single post!
Until next time…
Dancing Among the Remains 