Tuesday, November 03, 2015
Diary of a Geriatric Scarlet: November 3, 2050
Flowers are such decadence. You buy them and wait for them to die, Dia de los Muertos style.
Dia de los Muertos is one day I remember to remember. It's the day the veil between the living and the dead is thinnest.
I put my flowers in water and think of those lost beyond the veil. I find a veil from my closet and drape it around the vase. I pick up my book from the table and sit in the semi-darkness. Out of the corner of my eye, I admire my tribute to lost summers.