There's a graveyard within walking distance from where I live.
Despite the name (graveyard sounds so chilly), it's a very beautiful, peaceful place. I've never been one to consider graveyards creepy. This one is big, full of trees and flowers, small lakes, rivulets, open spaces, and neat rows of beautifully decorated gravestones. And angels. On gravestones, on the side walk, in flower patches... they're impossible to miss. On days when it's sunny and warm, like today, I take a book with me, and read on one of the many benches there. Channelling my inner Anne Shirley of the Green Gables fame, if you may.
Isn't this angel beautiful?
Today's prompt: A moment in your day