Shadows and Color

The feet of the 5th and 6th generation (thanks, Eric, Shannon, Ethan, Gerrit and Afton)

One day, long ago, she paused outside, her back to the sun as it slid closer to the horizon.  Another lively day coming to a close, she watched her children in the golden light and long shadows. Her mind filled with a quiet warmth of prescience. 

One day, not so long ago, they gathered outside, the sun creeping closer to the horizon behind them. Their day had been full and the interlude at the stone left them wistful.

Something in the center of our chests and sometimes leaking out of our eyes leads us to walk through the cemetery and stand for a moment in memory of someone for whom we have none of our own. Their lives, their thoughts, their views of the world are as ethereal as the solar wind. All we know is that we belong to them and they to us. And now we are here.