February 14, 2021
I took this photo on a hot summer day, hiking on a Maine island with my daughter, my nephews and their friends, and one of my besties, as we explored an old cemetery, complete with the nineteenth-century grave of a man who, according to his headstone, dropped dead shortly after preaching a sermon.
This world is a funny place, but there is love here, even in the oddest places.
Taking the night off. Will pick it all up tomorrow.
H.
My tired eyes first read the closing to say that the preacher dropped dead shortly after poaching a salmon.
Even on your night off, you manage to shed light on the darkness. Thank you for your wisdom and ever so unique perspective.