Last week, I visited a cemetery. It was my second cemetery in two days—because that’s where you go to meet new people. My passion for cemeteries began many summers ago alongside my grandmother with a penchant for genealogy. I wasn’t here to locate a long-lost family grave, though. I was here for a nature walk …
We soar above the foam-lapped shores and wind-wrinkled water Into blue autumn skies and brilliant sunshine. As we rise above the clouds, the sun smiths the ocean Into beaten metal that gleams against the shore. The coast becomes a distant curve, ribboned by white beaches. The clouds roll by in piled white and hide the …
