Cemetery Gates (a dream sequence)

I find myself walking in the snow on the desolate street with no name. Previous travelers before me have left their footprints in the snow. I carefully pace along the unsullied spots just to see my boot sink softly into the snow with each step. I continue walking on my path and I am not exactly sure of where I am going.

To the left of me, there is a black iron fence with spade-shaped tips on top. Behind that fence, I see small tombstones carefully lined up in rows. There are large tombstones scattered about the place, some shaped like angels, others like crosses. People are standing at a couple of tombstones. Some are weeping. Some are placing fresh flowers before the graves. All of the mourners are wearing long black coats. One lady has on a long dark reddish-black skirt and lace-up Victorian style boots.

I continue to walk on the snow-covered concrete, along the fence that cages the cemetery. One solemn-looking man in a long wool coat and top hat stands before his beloved’s grave. Every tree, grave, and blade of dead grass is covered in powdery white snow.

I wrap my cloak closer to my body yet I feel no cold and continue to walk on.