Ashes Of My Parents


As we stood there on the escarpment with their ashes, I realised that they, just before the darkness settled, on the valley floor, the river far below is a silvery bracelet linking west to east, and that the birds looping above, liquid notes as they call each otherto the safety of the trees would be the only sound for miles in the stillness, and the last light would see the sandstone cliffs tourched like a ring around us. And when the darkness was complete, all of that would be enough.

S. E. Street