just a melody
this is the place i built for you: a graveyard in daylight, the ground all covered inches and inches of snow, a foot or more, and snow gently falling from the sky. the light is muted because of the thick clouds, it is darkish but not in a night time way, and the white of the snow adds brightness also. it is fenced in with a low metal fence, dainty and not severe. the snow falls down always. the tombstones they do not have readable names and inscriptions, there is the falling snow and dim light to hide them. silence and no wind, are there trees in the distance? snow and fog beyond, uncertain. you do not meditate but this place will put you into the habit. it is a gift, it will grow with you. underneath your feet they sleep, sleep, sleep. sink down with release.