Monday, April 11, 2011

Yep, I Believe

At the bend on the little country road we live on is a church. Attached to it is a cemetery. A very old cemetery.



Every morning, Bailey and I take our walk and spend a quiet 15 or 20 minutes together. Every morning we at least walk past this final resting place for many. On some mornings, we venture deep into the plot of land dotted with moss-covered headstones and knotted century-old oaks...


We like it here. There are flowers and wreaths for B to sniff and some easy reading for me to do. And mornings like today or this past Saturday are especially chilling because of the fog and drizzle.


I try to envision those buried deep beneath the earth's surface; make a story up about them based on the epitaph engraved on their "pillow". I can get fully engaged in this morbid little game I play and think myself a little strange for making it up but just laugh it off...UNTIL...


That crazy dog stops dead in her tracks and looks at absolutely nothing...standing there paralyzingly still...then whips her head around and looks at me as if to say, "You saw that right?"


Then we both run like hell!

2 comments:

Brandi said...

hahahaha I just laughed so hard at this! :)

Karen said...

yeah, just when i was enjoying your well written, insightful prose....you ran like hell! good one!