Wordless Wednesday: The Long Wait
I've passed this cemetery in Roxbury, Connecticut en route to my parents' home many a time this winter. Only lately have the gravestones emerged from the snow to retell their old, unchanged stories. Thinking of how old these stones are, it seemed to me a season of several weeks isn't much time at all. On the one hand, this is a morbid place, but on the other, it is not because it is a beautiful place for stopping and spending time with the spirit of people and stories of the past and the beautiful, aging trees. This place tells me nothing is forever and everything is forever, so live well.