I fell into a funk today. I’m not sure if I fully understand why. I decided it would maybe be better if I walked to the cemetery, rather then go by bicycle. But I had to push myself a little. The day was very hot. Along the way, I stopped at an empty lot, where once their stood three houses, and examined the old trees that were there. A little further on is where another house once stood. I never got to see it though, because it had already been torn down by the time I was born. But I remember the foundations, which have now disappeared. As children we were told that the couple who once lived there had it demolished after their young son was killed swimming in the river. Interestingly, the first person buried at the cemetery (late 1800s), was a young boy killed swimming in the river. But I’m not sure of a connection. After watering the flowers, I laid down on the grass and stared up at the trees. When the machine cutters sounded as if they were getting closer, I abandoned my resting spot. I then went and sat and watched the birds bathing in the stone fountain nearby. Then from there I crossed a partially dried up creek, and walked about the park.