Asleep and/or Awake

This morning I took an early walk in Elm Grove Cemetery, which, over the last few years, has become sort of a sacred place for me, a little kingdom of seclusion and calmness. The word ‘cemetery’ comes from a Greek word meaning ‘asleep’, and it has been customary, for many people, to think of death as a form of sleep, but this morning it seemed clear to me that this cemetery is wide awake, especially in the always fresh air from the Mystic River, and in the lovely light on leaves and trees and grass and gravestones. Of course, on this autumn morning, I was especially blessed with the sight of astonishing shades of colors everywhere, which I tried to capture in the slideshow below.