Walking Among the Stones

We walk among the stones and read the verbs of the dead, forgetting that ‘lived’ was once a roaring, active thing.

To them, the century wasn’t a chapter in a textbook— it was a shadow lengthening across the floorboards, it was the current price of flour, the ache in the lower back, the absolute certainty of ‘now.’

They were just like us. They hurried through the rain.

They let the door slam, regretted the harsh word, and looked at the very same stars we see tonight, wondering who would stand here, centuries later, breathing the air they were finished with.

Lilith, who lived for one hundred years.  Edward, who lived for three days.  All brought something to this world.  All impacted someone’s life.

Now, the quiet of the land surrounding their resting place is the story of how today became and is what we call “history.”