I’m late with the comment but there are a few images a year that I read that I know instantly will stick with me forever. The damp fur of a child’s teddy bear in a cemetery was one. Thanks for a beautiful and haunting (in the best way) piece.
My pleasure. I like going out into the world and writing about what I observe. And I really saw the rain-sodden teddy bear in a cemetery and it moved me. All I had to do was to try and describe it simple and accurately. This is all a note to self here.
There is a very fancy mausoleum in the cemetery I have frequented. It was open one day. Marble. Everything. Quiet. Just the echo of my steps and curiosity.
Thing is, you can sense the peace, or not, in these places. It’s the same as in real life, only they don’t have the chance to change it themselves anymore. I find myself praying for those not yet at peace. Maybe next time I visit, they will be quiet, too.
I’m late with the comment but there are a few images a year that I read that I know instantly will stick with me forever. The damp fur of a child’s teddy bear in a cemetery was one. Thanks for a beautiful and haunting (in the best way) piece.
My pleasure. I like going out into the world and writing about what I observe. And I really saw the rain-sodden teddy bear in a cemetery and it moved me. All I had to do was to try and describe it simple and accurately. This is all a note to self here.
There is a very fancy mausoleum in the cemetery I have frequented. It was open one day. Marble. Everything. Quiet. Just the echo of my steps and curiosity.
Thing is, you can sense the peace, or not, in these places. It’s the same as in real life, only they don’t have the chance to change it themselves anymore. I find myself praying for those not yet at peace. Maybe next time I visit, they will be quiet, too.
Excellent point and a fantastic comment. Very evocative. Hopefully we can all find that quiet.