There’s something hauntingly beautiful about a snowy cemetery. A soft blanket of white gently decorating the graves. When the snow gets deep, the world becomes hushed and quiet…not unlike a tomb. Everything feels peaceful, rather than eerie. I think all souls, both living and deceased, can appreciate that.
I fall into the silence.
Surrounded by the prying eyes of entities unknown.
I feel the embrace of the icy autumn breeze.
Leaves dance like they have secrets.
Unseen fingers play with strands of my hair like a doting lover.
Awash in the chill of death and finality, I find peace.
I belong here. This is home.
Dancing among the remains.