at a rainy, foggy, misty mansfield cemetery last evening, many cars of mourners were stopping by to express their feelings, or in a desperate futile way, remember a relative or departed friend.
within minutes of closing time there were 10 to 15 vehicles on the soggy cemetery grounds.
some things cannot be dimmed by the darkness, the mist, or time.
resphigi nocturne for piano
arranged for woodwinds