Saturday morning.
The sun is hot.
Children kick a ball on the school playing fields, their animated voices filling the mid morning air.
A dog barks.
I enter the graveyard, it’s stones marking my way home.
Saturday morning.
The sun is hot.
Children kick a ball on the school playing fields, their animated voices filling the mid morning air.
A dog barks.
I enter the graveyard, it’s stones marking my way home.
Thank you so much for sharing this. I was drawn into your world of what you would experience each and every day, as you utilize your other senses. Much admiration!
~Carl~
Thank you so much for your comment Karl. I appreciate your kind words and I am delighted to have you as one of my blog’s followers. Best regards. Kevin
You are welcome Kevin. Very much appreciate you as one of my followers as well!
Thank you! Kevin
The last line really grabs you. Home by way of a graveyard. Depends on what home your thinking of.
Many thanks for your comment. Indeed, our first home is the womb and our final one is the grave. Kind regards. Kevin