Yesterday found me over at G's place, out in the province. It was also "walking day", so we naturally had to find a place to walk.
The compound where her house is located, is along the highway. It has a few other houses alongside it, but the lot itself is still pretty much uncharted territory (to me, at least). There still is some vegetative growth in some parts of the property, including a creek, if I'm not mistaken. Obviously, this wouldn't do for an hour's worth of walking.
She didn't approve of the idea of walking along the highway, to the next town either. Realistically speaking, it's a bit dangerous, with all the trucks coming and going.
We usually walk in a quiet area, preferably with a lot of greens around. So the best option was to walk in the … (drum roll please)
Town cemetery.
Yes, the town cemetery. It wasn't the like the large cemeteries of the city where tombs stretch as far as the eye can see, but it had its share of 'residents'. The air was fresh, and the few people who visited their dead relatives were enough to keep us company.
There was also this group of workers who were gathering up the unmilled rice (palay) they laid out in the cemetery a few hours back. Now isn't that amazing? The rice you eat today could have come from that rice in the cemetery! (That would make an interesting plot for a Stephen King novel…)




