The sun was low in the west an the sun light slanted across the yard, so that the smallest rise or depression threw long, obvious shadows. Marks that stood below the soil and rock, or might even been above it, showed the clear plan of a life, all long banished. I forgot the distractions of the present, and, for an hour, until the light faded, stared down at the fading, hurrying cinema on a past life experience. Darkness came, and took back the past.
Tomorrow is another day and more memories.
I love you Roxie.