When snow falls in the cemetery, everything becomes quiet and serene. The raw patches of earth are covered; the headstones are partially buried. Color stands out, and banners wave in the wind. I’ve gone again to my little local cemetery and found these banners I hadn’t noticed before. They stand bright and cheerful in the whiteness.
Wreaths and headstones are covered with powder; valentines day is just around the corner. People may leave us, but our love for them endures.
