I& often thought that old cemeteries have a creepy, spooky atmosphere. Beautiful and peaceful places during daylight hours, but on cold winter evenings, when night begins to fall and the mist rolls in.
"...and in my darkest moment fetal and weeping. the moon tells me a secret. As full and bright as I am, this light is not my own and a million light reflections pass over me. Its source is bright and endless, she resuscitates the hopeless. Without her, we are lifeless satellites drifting..."