A spring night after
the morning snow
melted to memory
with the western light
dying over Jersey
I settled into my seat
for the long trip home.
A spring night after
the morning snow
melted to memory
with the western light
dying over Jersey
I settled into my seat
for the long trip home.
I was there to see the Undead starting to rise from their graves yesterday afternoon. This serene cemetery is east of my house toward Hudson and a perfect spot as the vaporous entities ready themselves for an evening of Halloween festivities. This was shot around three minutes before four p.m., Tea Time in the world of polite society. Unquiet souls care nothing for good manners or the Living’s timetable. This is their night to walk the Earth and remind us of the brief and temporary nature of our existence above ground.
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