So I was sitting on a bench at an old cemetery eating my sandwich and enjoying the lovely sunshine. It suddenly occurred to me that for a place that's meant to be full of dead people, it was teeming with life. The trees were in full bloom and the graves were covered with all sorts of shrubs. There were pigeons all over the place pecking away at God knows what. I also saw some squirrels feeding. On the benches across me, one man was reading and another had his eyes closed. A man appeared with a bag of nuts and some bird seeds to feed the animals.
Then I heard what sounded like music. Have I died and gone to heaven? There was a boy playing on a piano and a standing beside him strumming his guitar. I noticed a sign that read: "City of London Festival." Aha, they must be part of the festival. I also noticed another sign on the piano that read: "Play Me, I'm Yours." Oh I see, the piano had been placed there to encourage people to play and the boy had seized the opportunity, though I have to say he ain't no Mozart.
It's wonderful how an ordinary and drab looking place like a cemetery can be resurrected with animals, love and music.
Beauty is everywhere.
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