She had been prowling the jagged tombstones and freshly mounted plots, dragging her fingers through the trees and bending occassionally to touch a stone and close her eyes, imbued with its chill, its story of the person six and a half feet under.
The day had been long and she had faced it with difficulty, a growing need to displace herself entirely, head to the Hill and let the rope to the talking.
She sat then, in a slump, in a gathering of reeds and listened to the whistle of the cool air through them. A masterful feeling, of possibilities and cosyness filled her. She opened her eyes and reached out as they waved in the wind, and she decided to stay a while longer. She'd be a real dog to give up so quick...Though six years hardly seemed too short a wait.
"I am tired, I am weary I could sleep for a thousand years A thousand dreams that would awake me Different colors made of tears" 'Venus in Furs'-The Velvet Underground
The day had been long and she had faced it with difficulty, a growing need to displace herself entirely, head to the Hill and let the rope to the talking.
She sat then, in a slump, in a gathering of reeds and listened to the whistle of the cool air through them. A masterful feeling, of possibilities and cosyness filled her. She opened her eyes and reached out as they waved in the wind, and she decided to stay a while longer. She'd be a real dog to give up so quick...Though six years hardly seemed too short a wait.
"I am tired, I am weary I could sleep for a thousand years A thousand dreams that would awake me Different colors made of tears" 'Venus in Furs'-The Velvet Underground